Optimistic Daffodil
Funster
Gosh. I've got no idea when or how that happened but thank you.
And we're grateful for any pictures of the procession because my dad used to spend hours and days looking through the pictures from the bike things we did together, searching for a flash of pink high vis or our flagpole. He LOVED going on the rides and waving to cameras and kids.
I have to admit I didn't actually see much of the procession because it set me off every time I looked out the front window. I didn't ever expect that to be the last ride I went on with him so there was a lot of wibbling and looking out of a side window instead.
And we were warned that the guys would be opening the throttles once we reached the crematorium. It's such a fantastic sound to hear and a wonderful tribute to him. The Tramps and the Funsters really helped to make today slightly less awful for us and I'm grateful for that.
And oh lordy I was being polite when I said about the Internet. I'm kinda like my dad. I like me a toilet block and I'm not neat enough to survive in a camper. The whole place for everything and everything has its place sends me fleeing.
And we're grateful for any pictures of the procession because my dad used to spend hours and days looking through the pictures from the bike things we did together, searching for a flash of pink high vis or our flagpole. He LOVED going on the rides and waving to cameras and kids.
I have to admit I didn't actually see much of the procession because it set me off every time I looked out the front window. I didn't ever expect that to be the last ride I went on with him so there was a lot of wibbling and looking out of a side window instead.
And we were warned that the guys would be opening the throttles once we reached the crematorium. It's such a fantastic sound to hear and a wonderful tribute to him. The Tramps and the Funsters really helped to make today slightly less awful for us and I'm grateful for that.
And oh lordy I was being polite when I said about the Internet. I'm kinda like my dad. I like me a toilet block and I'm not neat enough to survive in a camper. The whole place for everything and everything has its place sends me fleeing.