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Good tale too, your dad is clearly a top chap.

My mum died when I was six, also of cancer. I didn't see her in at least the last week of life, wasn't allowed to go to her funeral, and didn't even get to see her cremation scattering spot (whatever that's properly called) at Vintners Park Crem in Kent until I was 15.

I asked Dad to recount it all for me one time, so he put together a six page missive detailing it all; and at the end he put 'and if it happened today I'd do exactly the same thing'. That left me with massive scars you arsehole father! Sorry I'm venting a bit I'll shut up - but *click* nonetheless.
( Fathter Puddytat Kill Kill dat widdle boid is mine on, Thu 28 Feb 2008, 10:25, Reply)