My father lived
88 years. He will never be forgotten and can never be replaced.
Living a long and good life is a talent that requires strength and the
fortune of good health, family and relationships.
There are so many who played a part in my father's long life.
He was a true English gentleman, much liked by all who met him and dearly
loved by his family. My father was so proud of his family, of his wife
(my mother) and of his children, his six grandchildren were his delight.
Peter, means the rock. My father was a strong and determined man, who
endured a war, 57 years of marriage, one daughter, three crazy sons,
too many cigarettes and then, in later years, ill health, with a perseverance
and a wife so resolute, that neither would let go until it was time.
Mother fought
hard, long and strong and held him to the end.
Each wedding anniversary, on September 8th, my mother would give my
father a little model lamb. It became their tradition. He was the leader
of our flock.
I will forever miss his advice and wisdom, his silly jokes and some
sayings that will hopefully remain in our family for generations to
come.
My father was a good looking man (as he would often tell us!), meticulous,
determined and could be shy and reserved. He loved a good joke, his
food, clothes, travel, a crossword puzzle, his daily newspaper, politics,
to walk, to swim, play golf, drive his car too fast, his personal space,
television, order and routine, and always his family.
