Mark's Dad, Patrick, died a year ago today. And it was a very sad day. A sad day for his family and also for me. I remember Patrick very fondly. Partly because he was never anything but welcoming and accepting of me and partly because he was a man to be admired. Admired for the way he lived his life, his faith and his generous, unassuming nature. He lived his life simply. He went to church every day. And he never liked to put people out. Yet he had much to be proud of - not least his four children and many grandchildren. Below is a picture from a few years back. And as I think the picture shows the three of us had some fun together too.
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