Goodbye

Hmmm... bit of a sombre post I'm afraid. My papa died yesterday, all of a sudden. He just keeled over - completely out of the blue. At least it was quick.

I was never particularly close to my papa but he was a very good-natured, very funny man. A hard worker all his life, who raised a good family, and without whom I (and hence this blog) wouldn't exist. He'd not long since moved in with my parents from the house in Kilwinning he'd stayed in for so many years. I'd had the opportunity to speak to him a lot more when I was down visiting, since he'd moved in, and he was always one to raise a smile. He was 85, which is not bad going.

Death's a strange, cruel thing, in that once someone's gone you know you'll never see them again, and all you have is memories and photographs. What the hell, though, we start from nothing, we end up at nothing - meanwhile, life goes on.

R.I.P. John Cornelius.

P.s. apparently he died whilst laughing at someone's joke - not a bad way to go - with a smile on your face!