I never thought I would be sat down trying to find the words to describe my dad but here I am and I am going to give it a whirl.
When I think of my dad I remember: Sand in my shoes from all the fun days spent at Sennen beach, free roast dinners at the Swordfish, foot massages in exchange for sweets and, most importantly of all, I remember music.
Always lots of music!
In my eyes my daddy was a rockstar, playing covers of the Waterboys (amongst other folky greats!). He had many bands but the one that I remember was 'The Wot Band' (as pictured above).
When I think of my dad I remember: Sand in my shoes from all the fun days spent at Sennen beach, free roast dinners at the Swordfish, foot massages in exchange for sweets and, most importantly of all, I remember music.
Always lots of music!
In my eyes my daddy was a rockstar, playing covers of the Waterboys (amongst other folky greats!). He had many bands but the one that I remember was 'The Wot Band' (as pictured above).
I loved listening to my dad strum on his guitar, humming along to a good tune!
His most consistent job was as a daffodil pickers - returning to the fields frequently in the summer! I remember calling home 'sick' from school one day - when my dad came to pick me up in his brand new swanky Mazda; the next day at school, everyone asked me what my dad did for a living and I said 'he's a daffodil picker!' They were all pretty shocked (and amused!).
I am pretty convinced that my dads love for the daffs is the reason for my favourite colour being yellow!
I am pretty convinced that my dads love for the daffs is the reason for my favourite colour being yellow!
My daddy died on Sunday (17/03/2013) - only my dad would go on St Patricks Day!
I know that my dad was very, VERY loved and couldn't make an enemy if he tried!
"Some men born rich, some men born poor but they're rich in other ways" .. my daddy was certainly rich with friends!
I love you daddy, you will always be remembered!
