...... what is the one thing you would say to him, whether he's alive or not?
My Dad was a terrible man .... a hard drinker who'd fight anyone for the price of a pint and worked in the pits 'til he was my age.
He broke my nose with a great right hander, always gave me a hard time and never showed me any affection.
But, I've come to realise that he was conditioned by his upbringing just as I was with mine.
He died from pneumoconiosis, pitman's lung, and never complained ....... just like many others.
If I could have him here for one day, to see what I've done, I'd hug him and tell him I love him.
He was a right hard sod to me, but now I realise that he had it much tougher than I ever will.
My Dad was a terrible man .... a hard drinker who'd fight anyone for the price of a pint and worked in the pits 'til he was my age.
He broke my nose with a great right hander, always gave me a hard time and never showed me any affection.
But, I've come to realise that he was conditioned by his upbringing just as I was with mine.
He died from pneumoconiosis, pitman's lung, and never complained ....... just like many others.
If I could have him here for one day, to see what I've done, I'd hug him and tell him I love him.
He was a right hard sod to me, but now I realise that he had it much tougher than I ever will.
