This is me and my Dad having a pint at Manchester Airport, about 22 years ago. It's Father's Day here in the UK and, although it's now six years since he died, I think about my Dad all the time. It makes me happy to know we had a great relationship and, much as I hate these schmaltzy, blatantly commercial 'days', they do actually give people a chance, if you're not as close as we were, to dare to say 'I love you'..
Actually, I mostly used to say he was an 'Old Fart' but, in the close language of Father and son, that means the same thing!..
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