Wednesday, 17 March 2010

For My Irish Friends



The 17th March was my Dad's birthday - an easy one to remember. I still miss him every day even after 22 years.


14 comments:

Surreptitious Evil said...

Isn't it a pity all of the snakes simply migrated to Westminster :)

subrosa said...

It is indeed Evil. Someone asked me the other day if I thought more labour MSPs would decide to try for the place. I couldn't answer, but how I wish. :)

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Crinkly & Ragged Arsed Philosophers said...

And I've missed you too Rosa!

Richard said...

My Dad died 22 years ago as well. Your feelings are mine exactly.

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subrosa said...

Ah RA really? You've cheered me up. :)

subrosa said...

I used to have fascinating discussions with him during the evenings at the kitchen table Richard. These are the times I miss. On occasion, when I can't understand a point about finance or law it sweeps through my mind that I'll ask my Dad. Then of course...

We were lucky to have Dads who were loved and are missed though.

Richard said...

My Dad learned Latin at school and could translate anything. Even today, I see something in Latin, try (and usually fail) to translate it, and think "Oh, I'll just ask ... ah, never mind". Amazing how people make holes in out hearts that never quite fill in when they are gone.

Agreed, we were both lucky.

subrosa said...

Jings Richard, isn't it strange - mine loved Latin too and when I was very young he used to go to night classes for Greek.

He was a great help to me with my own Latin studies, but I gave mine up after 2nd year in order to study more music. Like you I'm ashamed I remember very little in the way of quotes but it was a much easier language to learn than German etc.

Yes, but don't the holes they leave add to our character? Mine still has influence with me at times - especially when I know he would disapprove for something I've done. Such are the qualities of a wonderful parent.

Richard said...

The older I get, the more I realise how much he influenced me. Sometimes, it's the unspoken disapproval you mention, but often it is a positive thing. These days, I have several rocks around me that don't budge, whatever the circumstances, and they have got harder and firmer over the years. I recently walked out of a good job because my rocks wouldn't shift to accommodate the requirements of my employer. The more I look at them, the more I realise that they are his, and he put them there. Whether I like them or not, they are there to stay.

Sorry - feeling philosophical today.

subrosa said...

Your rocks are your character Richard. Possibly your Dad started the building but you made your choices from your own acquired knowledge as we all do. In fact that's not true. Many don't bother making choices and prefer not to think for themselves.

Hey nothing to apologise for I assure you. I too get days like that.

Richard said...

It's strange. Some of my most fundamental principles (taking responsibility for your own actions, self-reliance, taking what you need, not what you can get away with, and so on) which mark me out as right of centre and possibly a bit of a nutjob, are ones I got from my Dad, and he was a dyed-in-the-wool Labour supporter for the whole of his life. In his day, those were Labour core values. Now they mark you out as a swivel-eyed Bullingdon Club crypto-fascist.

Funny old world.

(Hehe - WV 'mentle')

subrosa said...

It is a funny old work Richard. Mine too always voted labour but when I returned to the UK and saw what was happening with labour I couldn't believe it. Then we were given New labour. The interior designers had been in.

Aye it's a funny old world. I don't think any individual can be grouped as left, right or centre because so many of us believe in a mixture of all three. I do.

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