Today will be the 6th Anniversary of Dad's passing; I kind of like the American expression, it is far softer than the more outright dead.
This is a picture of Dad just before he had a trial flight in the plane behind. Zeltus and I chipped in to buy it for his 70th birthday but he didn't take up the flight immediately saving it for a sunny hot day in September; little did we know that a year later on the same date he would go to sleep and not wake up.
Sam, joined him and the rest of the family last October and I can visualise Mum and Dad taking Sam and the rest of the dogs out for endless runs over the elysian fields chasing rabbits and having fun. God Bless.
A drink tonight of the Jamesons Reserve will be our toast to you.