It is two weeks today since my dad died.I have been receiving cards and messages from people and I find all of them a comfort.I have had emails from people, sharing their memories and stories about dad who was Matt to them ,or papa,or uncle Matt,or unca Matt,or "the big yin" I notice I type dad yet I called him "pa"
A memory came in this morning for a young friend who now lives in Australia, he remembers being with my dad in Inveraray and enjoying smoked fish,snowballs ( a sweetie) and Irn Bru,years later as a young man he remembers playing bowls and having a beer with dad.And the surprise for me was that he remembered Dad taking him and his sister to the cinema to see Airplane.My dad rarely went to the cinema ( except in his very young days) I like to think of him seeing Airplane,he surely would have enjoyed it.
To live in hearts we leave behind
Is not to die.
Thomas Campbell
While we remember dad and talk of him and tell tales of him. he does indeed live on for me.
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