Many friends I had for a long, long time,
Most were happy and a few did whine,
But when another day is through,
I will always remember you.
First and foremost, a man of whom I think, all 'perceived gods’ should use as a template, helping create a new, improved, more loving and caring world.
My ‘God’ left school at 14 years of age, semi-literate but with honours degrees in common sense, decency, manners and fair play.
His moral compass fully intact and in fine fettle.
He worked down a coal mine for 51 years, this was 1924, back breaking work with no union to fight for better conditions.
Fifty hours a week ensuring his 5 children enjoyed a far better quality of life than his own childhood.
Twice a year, for 7 days, tent or caravan, Cleethorpes, Mablethorpe, Whitby and ‘Skeggy’. The world was our oyster.
He was and remains, my only God, loved and respected by everyone who knew him.
Not a day goes by when I don’t think about and/or quote him.
As a parent, grandad, friend, he was second to none.
Continually striving to emulate my God I have, on many occasions, sadly failed. In my defence, your honour, I would mitigate, nowadays there are a far more dickheads than he had to deal with.
So, to my God I say, "Thank you Dad for your unreserved love, kindness and all that you taught us, you are always in our thoughts, on our lips and in the good hearts you gave us.
You gave my life to me, sheltered us from harm, kept us warm
The finest years I ever knew, were all the years we had with you
I would give everything I own, my life, my heart, my home
Just to have you back and hug you once again.
Love you loads and loads
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