I always think of my Dad when I'm feeling a bit low. I'm not religious but I still feel a connection with my lovely Dad, even though he died some years ago. I don't believe in heaven or another place where people go when they die. I just believe that you keep a little bit of your loved ones in your heart...well that's the best way I can describe it.
I was thinking about him this morning when an email arrived from my brother with some more old pics, so I thought I'd share them with you:
My Dad is on the far left at the front in this picture. He used to sing in the choir at Shottesbrooke Church, Waltham St Lawrence, Berkshire. I remember him telling me that he had pulled his cassock down as far as possible to hide his boots, because he was embarrassed about being the only boy with boots, when the others all had shoes. My Uncle Den (my Dad's brother) is on the far right at the front.
Not sure how old he was in this photo, but what a handsome young man he was!
A very proud young man, having just joined the Merchant Navy at the beginning of the second World War.