My dad died in 1972, I was in my early twenties and fairly newly married. He was a huge man 6'3 and twenty + stones, he had huge hands and I've felt them round my backside a few times. He was our village bobby for 30 years and knew everybody, at his funeral our chapel held around 170 and there were over 200 outside who couldn't get in, that's how highly thought of he was in the local community. I've missed him everyday since losing him, he died quickly after contracting Pneumonia and I arrived at the Queen Elizabeth hospital in Gateshead too late to say our goodbyes which has been a great regret of mine. He worked his socks off bringing up six lads, and all of us turned out well, it was his fault that I'm a Sunderland fan, as we all were, but I forgave him that many years ago. You only get one dad (usually) so treasure the one you've got as I did, he was a great bloke.
Coming from the same person who made comments about my dead parents a couple of years back on here suck it up and feel the hurt you have done yourself to others on here,in was not needed or warrented , summed yourself up perfectly to many decent posters on here,
Problem is don't so it's pointless me saying it out load. Fair play though if it works for you though fella.
I can relate to that mate. My old man passed away last month after a suffering with Vascular Dementia for years, he had been in a care home for the last 4 years of his life and while he was in there the 'Handyman' (for want of a better term) who looked after the home and kept it in good shape sort of took my Dad under his wing and let him help out from time to time. Anyway, when we were at the Crematorium for my dad's service and after they'd closed the curtains and we all went outside and congregated around the flowers as you do and everyone comes and says their respects to you etc. This handyman came to me and told me with tears streaming down his face, just as mine are now, that my dad was a really nice bloke and a proper gentleman and he was so sorry for our loss. He then broke down and couldn't continue so I gave him a hug and said thanks for looking after him and all that good stuff. He managed to point at the flowers next to my Dad's and said 'That's my Sister, she died the day before your dad and was cremated this morning, then he pointed to the flowers on the other side and said 'That was my Best Man, he was killed in a car crash last week' and was cremated just before your Dad. I mean, what can you say to a man after that? I've never felt so helpless in all my life, nor have I ever felt so humbled. There I was trying to keep it all together cos my Dad who had died with such a horrible disease, but had lived a full and happy life to the ripe old age of 86 and here's a bloke who had just said goodbye to 3 loved ones all within hours of each other. I can honestly say that I've never felt so sorry for anyone the way I did that day, poor bloke must have been so devastated and yet he was still there to pay his last respects to my Dad.
What is it with you Mackems and the default to violence when you get wound up in cyberspace? **Newsflash** it's only typed words
Why aren't you asking your mate Comm, he's been doing it for years ......... plus he's a Mackem, I'm not.
It's a bit different over here, though. We aren't like your board in a lot of ways. There's more than just a handful of posters who have met and know each other. It's quite a regular thing throughout the season to meet up. It's not faceless or just a few meaningless words once it gets to that stage, so if we say anything on here, then we have to be prepared to back it up and say it face to face because we will see each other about.
Them first two lines your old man wrote was one of the best things I've read on here in a long time. It's a cracking gesture that you done and I'm blown away by the friendship that you have. Amazing
I'll always say I'm Durham, as people you lived with would say. 'I'm Yorkshire'. I was brought up to be a Geordie but John Hall put paid to that when he started that ludicrous 'Geordie Nation' shyte. In my opinion that was the start of the misplaced cringing arrogance that's gradually grown among Newcastle supporters. It's a shame ..... before that I was happy to be a Geordie and even wanted Newcastle to do well. But 'Geordie' has come to mean 'Mag' to a great degree. As I travelled abroad I'd avoid saying I was a Geordie to avoid people blurting out 'Why aye, Kevin Keegan, ya kna'. It just became tedious.
When I was a really young kid, going to Pontins or Butlins in the 70's, I was a Geordie as well. Getting into arguments and fights with other kids on the camp for being a geordie. It's just mad how things can turn around on ya when your back's turned.
When we moved to Mansfield we were put on 'the Geordie estate' which was next to the old colliery village. We fought the locals as kids who hated us ..... especially if one of their girls had her head turned by our rough northern charm
