Dad

How do I put into words how I feel to say goodbye to my dad.

The gratitude I feel for who he was helps me through when feeling sad.

My dad was my hero that's for sure, driving wagons and working so hard on the buses, the coaches and oil tankers to, always seen in such high regard.

Many times I went along with him to the sand quarry on Preston Docks, never allowed where the men ate lunch, shielding me from swearing shocks!

My dad was protective because he loved me so, always wanting me to stay near, but I'd sneak to Freckelton to see my mates and soon enough he'd appear.

He was strict but fair and he loved a pint, and I remember how he teased me so telling me ladies should only drink halves so I'd order two and he'd know.

He was born and bred in Kirkham, a true Lancashire man to the core. Everyone knew him, respected him so, I got away with nothing for sure!

There may have been times when we disagreed, lost touch and even fell out but you were always my dad and always will be and I love you, of that there's no doubt.

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