Father and son

'Before opening mouth always ensure brain is engaged, something I don't always manage to do myself'


My father passed away nearly 28 years ago and to this day I still get people saying how much I look like him. His life was cut cruelly short by the C word and I think hardly a day has gone by when I didn't think of him. I was just 15 when he died, what do you know when you are that age? Well what did I know, maybe people have it sussed out, I think most tend to get a handle on life later. Suffice to say, our relationship had never really gone beyond father son, to the next stage where you are more like equals.

I often wonder what he would think of me, he would probably have been amused at my attempt to mimic his moustache for charity, he would maybe find my life a tad unconventional, difficult to tell. I would have loved to go for a drink with him, unfortunately something I never did, I would loved to have cooked him a meal, something I did often for my mother. I just wish I'd had the time to get to know him as a person rather than in a father provider role.

My eldest was in tears, overcome with emotion recently in school at the idea of never getting the chance to meet either of her grandparents. Given that I think I not only physically but also emotionally resemble both my parents, I think my children sort of know them a bit, although I understand fully what she means.

So this is what a meeting between father and son might have looked like. I miss you Dad.

Now let's get that damn moustache off right now and free the upper lip!


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