Lost my dad in 97, he was walking up the second hole at Sicklehome golf club Bamford when he died, doing something he loved and in a beautiful spot as well, that tuesday morning he gave me some money to help me with petrol to sort out my course at hallam uni, I had been made redundant in 93 and had taken up one of my hobbies to put get back into work. The guys he was playing with were family friends and apparently one of them phoned Hallam for them to contact me but i Never heard it.
I got back home and Mum had just finished her lunch and said my sister had phoned could I phone her straight away. I did, she only said one word but I knew straight away, I interrupted her and said "Dads gone hasn't he".
I then had to sit down and tell mom, later on that day a family friend drove mum and I out to the golf course to pick up his car up and we walked up the second hole to spot where he died, what a wonderfull view of the peak district it was from that spot.
Both mum and I said "better here than him driving in a car".
I then drove mum up to the barrel at Bretton and we had a drink and just sat outside taking in the view with us both talking about dad.