My dad was just lovely. He couldn't give you a thing as in money - worked hard all his life in a foundry - sista and I were two daughters - he never yelled, hit us, nothing - he controlled with his eyes.
At 9.00pm I was 13 - he just looked at the clock telling me it was time for bed. That was it. He was just lovely
A little bit more than reminiscing - saw brother on "Troubles" on a recording - didn't realise he was pretty good looking - so realised he got them from DAD LOL
My Dad passed away in June last year after an eighteen month battle with cancer.
He was always supportive of his family and dearly missed by all.
It was heart wrenching watching him degrade physically then mentally but he refused to give up until the last day.
My Dad died 48 years ago on my 22nd birthday.Asbestos dust killed him.He was a lovely Dad,and being the youngest of five I was a bit spoilt by him. I didn't have him for long enough and still miss him even after all these years.