Fathers day

On Sunday 17th June it is Fathers day.

My Father, Phillip Northmore died on 26th August 2006 of an asbestos related illness. He had pleural plaque which turned to small cell lung cancer. He was 68 years old, far to young to leave this earth and the family that loved him. He left a wife, daughters, grandchildren and great grandchildren

I miss him terribly, he was a cheerful man with a wicked sense of humour. He loved his old silent films, Charlie Chaplin, Buster Keaton to name but a few. He was a collector of many quirky things like carrier bags and bubble bath bottles.

He always had great advice to give although a lot of it was ignored when I was younger but a little did get through in later years.

When I started to learn to drive again after leaving it for nearly 12 years, his advice came back into my mind, “always drive for the person in front”. This advice has been at the forefront of my mind since I passed my test in 2003 and I have found it works very well.

My dad was wonderful, he was unique, dignified and honest. He was my dad.
My one of wishes for him would have been to take him to the Canadian Rockies. I didn’t find out until he was very ill that this was his wish.
He was a very quiet man who always said right up until he died that he was fine and there was nothing to worry about. I wish I could turn the clock back and somehow, pursuade him not to take the job in Plymouth Dockyard (he worked there between 1963 and 1966) he would still be here now if it wasn’t for that job.

I love you dad, I always will.

Raise a glass in heavens bar for me dad and I will be raising my glass to you.