I think of him as strict when I was growing up, probably too strict. I think of him as a good, hard worker who did plumbing jobs for all the 'old' ladies, who were probably younger than him. He charged them buttons and they all loved him. I think of him as an elderly man smiling at me as I walked in through the door and I remember thinking to myself 'who is that little old man sitting at the table'. Towards the end of his life I remember his face always lighting up whenever he saw me and I KNOW he regretted being too strict when I was growing up, but he needn't have worried because I forgave him a long, long time ago. I remember the day he died and I couldn't believe it (still can't), where has my big, strong, capable Dad gone ? Lastly, I remember his way of comforting me when I was sad, he'd say 'never mind, if you cry you'll wee less' ! Thanks Dad xx
Thanks for asking this question Bobbs.