He was a man of few words but a giant in our lives

He was the man who drove me along the promenade in a yellow convertible Thunderbird He was the man who dragged me out of bed by my feet to go to work after I had been out all night He was the man who came home from work covered in motor oil and smelling of swarfega He was a man who read Motorsport and drank McEwans He was the man who said that beer is good for you when you have diabetes He was the man who fell asleep wearing two pairs of glasses on his head He was the man who would make a brilliant clever joke about anything and everything He was the man who was easier shaking hands than hugging He was a man of few words He was the man who fought for his family to stay together He was the man who drove me and my sister to and from London in the back of a furniture van He was the man in wrangler jeans and a leather jacket He was the man who wasn't very good around the house He was the man who was good with his hands He was the man who made cement mixers and camper vans He was the man who would annoy everyone in the house with his singing and his love for Tammy Wynette He was the man who gave his kids the half deaf gene He was the man who was proud of all his children He was the man who was creative, modest, intelligent, proud, and funny and made everyone laugh, and who taught me dignity, and who loved his children and who kissed my cheek the night he left us. It wasn't until a couple of Saturdays ago that I realised my Dad was always there behind me, my driving force, unknown to both of us he was always gently blowing the sails that steered me in the right direction. I know he is still with us all today, in our hearts and tears and especially our laughter. But I miss him. Love you dad x

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