Sunday, 19 June 2011
Of love and loss (family version)
His was black and full and served to make all my girlfriends fall in love with him (in chaste ways) and all my boyfriends admit that they'd come to the wrong house by mistake.
It stayed black and full through six kids, almost 50 years of marriage, a career in the army, a second and third career when being "Papa" was the big thing in his life, chemotherapy and a stroke.
This makes him sound so less than he was: funny, engaging, loving, faith-driven, brave, humble, honest, hard-working and did I say funny? the only thing worse than my dad's horrendous but irresistible puns was his inability to do anything manly with a hammer. We loved him to death. And I know I speak for all of us Spindillyrushinghams when I say we miss him and continue to love him for the wonderful, generous, ice-cream-buying, shoe-tying, hugs-if-crying darling that he was to us all.