Memories

This is the house that my Dad's boss lives in, it is about a mile away from my parents home, as the crow flies.

My Dad worked essentially for the same firm all his adult life, they were a small civil engineering company with a good reputation and always busy. He was a skilled mechanic, lorry driver and could turn his had to anything and do it well. The company got smaller and smaller and as it's employees left or retired they were not replaced. My Dad ended up being the only employee and was kept on to do property maintenance and other jobs. He was not terribly happy in the last few years he worked as he felt they did not appreciate him and he did not feel very fulfilled.

He died in this house, age 62, on a morning he had gone to work here as normal, that was 17 years ago and I shall never forget being called to the house on bright and chilly April day, all our lives changed forever and for the worse.

After he died it became very apparent that his boss did indeed think a great deal of him, his work and his loyalty...........I just wish they had told him to his face.

A gentle man and a Gentleman.......very much missed