For Dad... the road home.

"When i come to the end of the road...
And the sun has set for me...
I want no tears on gloom filled rooms,
Why cry for a soul set free.

Miss me a little... and not for long...
And not with your head bowed low...
Remember the love that we once shared,
Miss me... but let me go.

For this is a journey we all must take...
And each must go alone...
Its all a part of the master plan...
A step on the great road home"

"A Scots Farewell"

My heartfell appologies to my dear Blip-Friends... i have been unable to reply or comment on all your grand pictures & stories.. and it will be this way for another week. My dear Father passed away this week after a full life of 90years.. and also my uncle Pete at the same age. My Dad was born in Tottenham.. and went to war as a lad of 16.. when he came home he went to Scotland.. and so began a life in the Country he trully loved.. tho' i was allways teasing him about his English roots..and even up untill the last few months i told him he would be turfed back over Hadrians wall, if the Scots became independent. Dad was a lifelong fan of Spike.. i usead to send him Spike's books and sign them "Best wishes from Spike".. which he found a bit silly..... Bless... majic x