My dad,
Ken Linford, would have been 80 years old today. It's weird to think of what life might have been like over the past 27 years if he had lived, and what kind of life he and mum would be living if he was alive now. Would they still be living at our old house in Hitchin, Herts? Would they have moved down to Devon to run a garage as they had often spoken about? Would he even have enjoyed being old? Almost certainly not.
I still dream about him quite regularly as if he is still alive, that he didn't really die but went off to start a new life somewhere, but I guess this kind of thing is normal when you lose someone so important at a young age. Wherever he is, I hope it's somewhere peaceful.
2 comments:
Obviously I never met your dad, Paul, but the fondness with which you have often spoken of him is always touching.
Let's raise a glass to him tonight!
Seconded. Have a great xmas Paul and a blogtastic new year. All the best.
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