I’D WALK A MILLION MILES FOR ONE OF YOUR SMILES

I drove up from Rye to Waterbeach yesterday for my weekly catch-up with Dad in his care home, finding him uncharacteristically asleep without finishing his Sunday roast and an attractive looking sponge pudding and custard.

He never woke up, and died (“promoted to glory”) peacefully late last night at 91, only a few hours after his cousin and neighbour who’d only been admitted to Hatley Court a week previously, and just after his beloved Salvation Band had played for them that morning.

Keith always had the best smile, a lesson in cheerfulness to all, and enjoyed being ferried to numerous Fenland pubs and museums in his last years.

I hope I inherited his cheeriness, if not his good looks,

which he kept despite Mum’s cooking and his own love for Chinese takeaways.

Dad would be the first to say “Life goes on”, so I’ll be back with you tonight with matters of less life and death importance.

13 thoughts on “I’D WALK A MILLION MILES FOR ONE OF YOUR SMILES”

  1. All the best to you and the family. From your posts there was a lot of warmth to him. I’m sure you’ll all have some lovely memories to hold close as time goes by.

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  2. I love the Salvation Army “Promoted to Glory ” phrase. You were lucky to have him for so long – my condolences
    Pauline

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  3. You manage to write such an uplifting post on an inescapably sad thing Martin and I can’t praise that enough.

    Love and best wishes to you and yours from M and S. (No not the shop but it’s even worse the other way round…)

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