gringo2011
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Lost my dad a couple of years ago, just had a fight with my wife as she had moved his ashes from the main room into my shoe cupboard!! They have been moved back.
I miss the ol bastard
Thing I miss is actually spending time with him (and my kids) - we would go to the footy together both local and when Tas had a VFL team I'd take him along. He grew up in the same suburb I now live in, it used to be a real working class place with the brewery, tannery, blunstone factory when he was growing up - as my brother points out it is now full of hipsters / yuppies (which I would not classify myself as) but I do still like being here as I feel close to him...not where I grew up but where he did.
He was of Irish heritage, used to box when young, always backed the underdog (probably why I support the Saints) and always had my back. He had a heap of flaws but that's who he was.
Spend time with your ol man even if he gives you the shits at times - it ain't for ever.
That's tough Verdun. I think I'm getting sentimental as I get older. I got him a membership this year, the footy gods seem to have conspired once again. I was planning on getting him along to games now my kids won't go. Possibly lucky he didn't if he had a heart condition he didn't know about, the Saints have tested my coronary capacity at times.