Dad
2009 November 9
Dad, me and Mum around 1968 or 1969
Ten years ago today, John Arthur Mansfield, my Dad, died.
He was at home. Jenny, Tess and I had seen him that day and Mum was with him at the moment he breathed out for the last time.
Here’s something I wrote about him and me. Here’s the eulogy I said at his funeral.
He loved Stravinsky and Jazz music, Peter Sellers and Stan Freberg. He used to shout at the television when the football was on.
I still miss his bald head and his kind hands. I miss his constant support. I miss his sense of humour. I miss both his courage and his weakness.
We miss you, Dad.
Rest eternal grant to him, O Lord, and may light perpetual shine upon him.
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