On October 3 my Dad passed away suddenly while travelling around Australia with my Mum on a yearlong road trip. He was 58 years old.
This pic is from my 21st birthday, which was 10 years and five months ago.
Almost certainly drunk though.
In the last couple of weeks a lot of people have told me about how Dad shaped their taste in music and I certainly know the feeling. My childhood was The Kinks, The Rolling Stones, Led Zepplin and The Eagles and I love them even more now because when I listen to them I can hear my Dad singing (badly) in the background while doing his little groovy dance that was somewhere between drunk Boris Yeltsin and a chicken.
The blog is going on hiatus for a couple of weeks, but it will be back. In the meantime, here’s a song Dad loved that my uncle and his mates played at the memorial we had for him on Tuesday. Do me a favour and play it loud.
Love you forever Dad.
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