
Originally Posted by
wrinkly
My Dad's time in the RAF was an immense part of his life. He never missed Remembrance Sunday in Clifton Park. Blazer with regimental badge, tie, beret - all the gear- until last year. He was seriously ill in hospital. My youngest daughter had taken him to the service the year before and bought him a poppy, which he treasured. I sat with him as he listened to the last post on telly in the ward. He was in a terrible state but clutched his poppy as he watched. Two days later he died peacefully.
I walked down to town this morning, thinking of my Dad as I saw the people gathering at the Minster and in the park. A sad experience but also very fond memories of my lovely old dad