This entry on the blog has been scheduled to coincide with Dad's birthday.
He was born in 1950 in Comrie and died in 2005 in Hartlepool.
He had a wicked sense of humour, a great work ethic, and lived a very varied life. He had two children (myself & my brother) with his first wife, and then was stepdad to Jenny with his later partner. He was also a grandad to two young bairns.
We all miss him, and the shock of losing him when he was only 54 was sharply felt.
Charles' Graduation, Hull University - with Janet & Bill Keay
Stephen, Charles and Lisa, Caerphilly, 1974/5?
Taking a quick coffee break, Newport.
Here is the text of a poem I read out on the day we gathered to plant a cherry tree in memory of Dad. It's always seemed important to me to remember the good bits (rather than the end of Dad's life) and that's what this poem says to me.
When I'm gone
When I come to the end of my journey
And I travel my last weary mile,
Just forget if you can,
that I ever frowned
And remember only the smile.
Forget unkind words I have spoken;
Remember some good I have done.
Forget that I ever had heartache
And remember I've had loads of fun.
Forget that I've stumbled and blundered
And sometimes fell by the way.
Remember I have fought some hard battles
And won, ere the close of the day.
Then forget to grieve for my going,
I would not have you sad for a day,
But in summer just gather some flowers
And remember the place where I lay,
And come in the shade of evening
When the sun paints the sky in the west
Stand for a few moments beside me
And remember only my best.
(c) Mrs. Lyman Hancock
It's getting easier to remember
Much love to all,
Lisa
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