On Monday morning my father passed away.
He had been unwell for a long time, but he died suddenly, in hospital. The sister phoned my mother, we rushed to the hospital, but it was too late.
My father bought me my first proper camera when I was 16, a Zenith, and encouraged me to read the manual from cover to cover! I did, and havenít looked back since!
I havenít stopped taking pictures, and, much to my parentís amusement, wherever I went, I came back with hundreds of pictures!
Last year my father turned 80, and two years ago my parents celebrated their 50th Wedding anniversary (V9). Both of which we are all very grateful we were able to share together.
I have put together just a small selection of pictures of my father as a tribute.
I will remember my father for a host of wonderful things, here are a few; those childhood golden two-week summer holidays in the 60ís and 70ís, when the sun always shone! His love of big band music, painting and gardening. His very British, sometimes dry, sometimes very silly sense of humour and his continuous repetition of familiar lines from Tony Hancock, Bob Newheart or the two Ronnies and Morecombe and Wise, but above all, his example to me, all the time, of how to do things properly!!!!
Like many men of his generation he didnít show his emotions easily, but he was a great father to me and my sister, and a loving grandfather to our children.
He will be hugely missed by us all.
Rest in peace Dad.
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