Dad (pleased with himself): "I just bought you two Christmas presents!"
Me (skeptical and amused, because it's always Mum who does the shopping): "You bought me presents?"
Dad: "Yes. Motor oil and a spade."
Me: "Noooo, you're not supposed to tell me! ... Did you say motor oil and a spade?"
One day later, he was dead. As last conversations go, it was certainly memorable.
R.I.P., Dad. You were always my hero. I will love you all the way to heaven.
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