Firstly the utmost thanks to everybody who came to Dad’s funeral today. He would have been so pleased to have seen so many people come to wish him well, and I know there were many many more of you there with us in spirit.
The day was everything Dad would have wanted, the service traditional even down to my ripped shirt, and the location and nature of the cemetery and his place within it also just so. Toby made me cry again with his beautiful words – Tobs, you really must use that talent for the greater good one day, maybe run for politics! And the people of Bristol came to welcome Dad into their permanent congregation, and they were pretty wonderful too.
Everyone came back for tea and a chat after at The River Station in Bristol centre, and that was were the magic started. I’d promised Dad that we would not wail in grief, but rather celebrate those good things that we remembered – and between so many friends and relatives we managed to remember the funny, the poignant and some of the dramatic ways that Tony touched all our lives.
So I came up with the idea that because this whole blog will rest here now, as a message of positive energy for all that come after, that Dad’s poems, his stories and maybe even some of his artwork have and will make it to these pages and be seen by many, that we – all of us that were touched by him, should leave a comment here – short or long, remembering how Tony touched their lives – funny or otherwise so we can all share those memories and enjoy them.
If you want to blame someone for this enquiry – then start with Roger’s Spiky Bum story, which is where I started this line of thought. So dredge your memories, sift and sort, then tell us all and don’t spare a thought for our blushes.
Once more – thanks to everyone who was part of Tony’s life from start to finish He’ll be greatly missed.
With Love
Adam Ososki
August 2005 with Tracy
