In the true spirit of Christmas, this is one of my favourite stories about my Dad. He died in May 1996, the day after my 40th birthday and I miss him. Mum joined him in 2018 and I have visions of them happy, well, young and whole in the afterlife.
We shall be lighting a candle for them and FIL on Christmas Day, and sweet Maggie will also be included in our thoughts.
Enjoy a special Christmas gift for a special boy, who grew up to be a special Dad. Mine.
My father’s mother died when he was about 5, and he was actually brought up by his grandparents, uncles and aunts. He told us few things about his childhood, but I particularly remember this about Christmas.
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Lovely story. My heart broke for your dad too, with the coal …
No doubt it came in handy!!