I still miss the ol’ git
his dryness and determined grit.
He was my Mucker
The ultimate friend,
we weren’t mates at the start, he would kick my arse at the point which I couldn’t defend.
Then one day he saved my life
The most protective soul I’ve ever seen,
he wasn’t perfect by any means, but my love for the ol’ sod was pristine.
He would say ‘you know, what’s his name’ and ‘shamoo shamoo’
silly sayings I know, and to be honest I didn’t understand nor have a clue.
But this bloke who I am proud called Dad,
He would call a spade a spade, and through that I am glad.
Jason
24th September 2025
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