It’s kind’a funny that I’ve started writing after all these years of threatening to do so but thought that I’m too damn lazy to start. But I have to thank two of my bestest friends: Bel and Gee and of course my father who was a journo.
As a child I was rather oblivious to his work. To me it was a man’s job and I know he would be rather surprised by my sudden interest. And come to think of it, I’ve done a fews things that I’m sure my father would be surprised at such as:
- going to uni and getting, not one, but two degrees
- visiting his father’s birth place in Scotland. Although my father was very proud of his Scottish heritage, he never went
- and of course writing, he would never have thought for a moment that I would write anything other than a to-do lists – not that I was a list person back when he was alive.
It wasn’t until long after Dad died that I ran into an old friend of his, who at the time was the headmaster of the high school I attended a few years earlier. When I told him I was studying he said that Dad would have thought that rather amusing. Turns out my dear ole dad was a bit of a macho man with very old fashioned values such as a women belonging in the home. Sorry Dad! I say that with tongue in cheek as I’m sure he would be thrilled.
He may have been a little old fashioned, so it seems, but he was also a fair man and I miss him dearly.
