Gosh, how time flies by! My siblings tell me that I was about two and a half years old, the day this photograph was taken. I found the monkey I am holding in this picture in a grass ditch at the bottom of our garden. I simply refused to let it go. My mother washed as best she could, offered me substitute toys but to no avail. This monkey was mine and that was that. Even at a young age I had a determined streak !
My Dad on the other hand, was a quiet thoughtful man of few words and kind actions. He always remembered the little things and accepted oddities of my behavior without question.
I dedicated a book of poetry to him. He kept it close always.
If the dedication on the inset cover bemused him, he did not say.
It went like this…
To My Father who helped me to understand the fragility of human weakness.
Love ya Dad, yesterday, today and always.
May you rest in peace
With love your daughter,