My Dad

Well today is Monday 20th January 2014 and what you are about to read is a brief glimpse into a day in January 2011.It tells of my brief thoughts of the day of my fathers funeral

I am taking part in :

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#118

The idea is I have 100 words to tell you something related to the text in blue.

I showered and dressed as normal, but today is far from normal.

Today is the day that I will be wearing uncomfortable clothes, smart shoes , no jeans or trainers today.

Today there will be much loved music being played kind words said , prayers read songs sung.

Will I cry or not that does not matter , what matters is that today my children will be saying farewell to their much loved  “Beauty Grandad”

A day I dreaded coming, the final stage to the being parentless.

The cars pulled up and as I walked in slowly behind my Father

…it was just a sea of faces…

This is a tribute to My dad Robert Peter Elsdon.Dad and  Beauty Grandad .

Beauty Grandad with his Fab grandchildren

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Sylvia

There is a lady in my life called Sylvia, well factually she is now a memory as yesterday at 1:45pm she peacefully left this world for what ever follows.

Sylvia was born on August 10th around 1926. She cam into my life circa 1974 when I was a mere 11 year old child.

Just a short 5 years later Sylvia became a mum to me you see my mum died.
Mum and Sylvia met as teenagers I dont know much of their story just that they were very beautiful ladies.

As mums best friend it was to sylvia that Mum turned when she knew she was coming home poorly. Little did Sylvia know what she would end up with after the death of my mum on Februay 20th 1979.

After mum's death we travelled down to Ongar in Essex I was loved and prepared to travel back to Kings Lynn for mums funeral a hard time obviously.

Since that date Sylvia has watched and shared the changes in my life.
I was married in 1984 sadly Sylvia could not be there, but when each of my children arrived she was thrilled as any potential grandmother would be.

Sylvia came up occasionally and I travelled down to her with one or two of the children.
Sylvia was a pillar of the community and would help anyone with anything she could .

sadly most of Sylvias friends died before her and I think tha last few years have been very sad for her attending funerals.

This post is not a grammatically correct piece it is judt a place for me to spill out my thoughts nor is it a photo galary.

This is all I want to say for now so Bye

Happy Birthday

 

 

 

 

This is not best Pic of my dad but best I could do on pc

 

 

 

I would Imagine that if anybody reads this they wont have met who I am writing about.

I am writing about My Dad AKA Beauty Grandad

Robert Peter Elsdon ( Chicken at the time) was born on this day in 1929 in Georfie land somewhere ( Newcastle)

He was an amazing Grandad and adored his four Grandchildren Rebecca, Elizabeth, Christopher and Hanaah. Plus all the other children that passed through our home who all called him Beauty Grandad, even today if his name ismentioed to some of these children now asults they say you mean beauty Grandad.

 

 

 

 

 

 

There is not a cake today  but I am sure Becky and Hannah would have made something amazing for him.

 

 

I am sure there would have been some ale enjoyed during the day

 

Anyway

 

 

 

 

I am sur ethat you are up there in Heaven being spoiled rotten by everyone

 

 

 

Happy Birthday Dad