I now understand why thirty years after your mother's untimely death, you would cry.
I lit a candle for you today and prayed that you are at peace, reunited with with your wife, my Mummy and that next year the emptiness for me, will have eased slightly.
I wrote the following post last year and even now, so many years on, every year seems like it was only yesterday.
Twenty seven years ago today Daddy went home. It was unexpected and a tremendous shock to us as a family and all who knew him. The pain never really goes away. Today I raise my glass to a great man -a no nonsense man who had amazing charisma, a great sense of humour, did not suffer fools gladly, who under a strict tutelage helped make me the person I am today and who was a mentor to many.
This photo was taken in the early 60s in Germany when his regiment was on exercise (playing war games), probably with the thought that taking over Berlin was not beyond the realms of possibility at the time! Here he is having a drink with those he commanded. He looks terribly relaxed but anyone who knew him, knew that he was so sharp, nothing would escape him. He could talk with Queens and the men under him, inspire from afar and indeed there are still people around today, who say they are where they are today because of him. He left us far too soon.
And because this photo was taken in Germany, I say "Prost! -ein Toast!" . To you my darling Daddy.