Farewell Daddy hazelh
My father died this afternoon.
For my blip I have photographed an old picture of him holding me at my first birthday party in 1964.
My mother, my two sisters and I are all terribly sad, but my father was lucid almost to the very end (still discussing Brexit), not in pain, wanted to go, and drifted off peacefully when the time eventually came.
Anyone want 98 fishing rods? My nephew Paddy (who happens to be the same age as my father in the blip) now has to find storage space in his tiny London flat for 98 fishing rods!
Exercise today: walking (14,642 steps).