Anniversaries
Monday, March 7th, 2011 02:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanI have just been reminded by an exchange between my niece and nephew over on Facebook that today is the fourth anniversary of Dad’s passing.
The reminder has left me feeling a little down and slightly annoyed with myself for forgetting. I may take a leaf out of my nephew’s book and have a half pint of beer tonight in his memory.
Dad could never finish a full pint. Well, not after one spectacular Christmas works do sometime around 1974 when he was just a couple of years older than I am now. He came home so profoundly sluiced that he dozed off at home while Mum, my sister and I were out doing the weekly shopping. Unfortunately he’d locked the door and left the key in, so we were stuck outside. I can’t remember now how we got in; I think we may have woken him up sufficiently to get him to let us in, but he dozed off again while Mum was yelling at him and I had to half carry him to bed.
He was very poorly indeed.
For a few years after that, he would have an occasional pint of beer, but as he got older, it became a half pint from time to time for old time’s sake and even that was a struggle.
That was some party, I guess. We never found out the details.
The reminder has left me feeling a little down and slightly annoyed with myself for forgetting. I may take a leaf out of my nephew’s book and have a half pint of beer tonight in his memory.
Dad could never finish a full pint. Well, not after one spectacular Christmas works do sometime around 1974 when he was just a couple of years older than I am now. He came home so profoundly sluiced that he dozed off at home while Mum, my sister and I were out doing the weekly shopping. Unfortunately he’d locked the door and left the key in, so we were stuck outside. I can’t remember now how we got in; I think we may have woken him up sufficiently to get him to let us in, but he dozed off again while Mum was yelling at him and I had to half carry him to bed.
He was very poorly indeed.
For a few years after that, he would have an occasional pint of beer, but as he got older, it became a half pint from time to time for old time’s sake and even that was a struggle.
That was some party, I guess. We never found out the details.
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Date: 2011-03-07 02:32 pm (UTC)Thinking of you, old chap.