Loud House Experience Chapter 4

Chapter 5: Funeral part 2

Julie: After I moved out of the house and moved in with her boy, I cannot begin to imagine not having Dad on the end of a phone or popping around at a moment's notice to assist, in his ever graceful manner, with any project great or small with which I happen to be needing advice or help. Dad was always there for everyone, family, neighbors, colleagues, or friends. . .

I have known him to drive from Cambridge to Leeds to spend a weekend helping Lesley with some DIY projects at her place and then the following weekend drive across the country to help me with a move or a project in London. He always seemed to be able to draw upon boundless energy.

He was a very clever man but was never afraid of having a laugh at his own expense. He could help you with a complex pharmaceutical problem or just as happily, as many of you know, offer to be Santa Claus and have all the ladies of the Bridge Club queuing up to sit on his lap.

For 8 years, Dad and I have shared everything life can offer - together. They were a great team supporting each other in every way.

Dad was hard working, compassionate towards everyone, and deserved the success and rich life that he enjoyed. He taught me many, many things but I think most importantly he gave us the ability to know that if you really put your mind to something, anything is possible, and never to be afraid to give anything a go.

His attention to detail and perfectionism were infectious and once in a while could get him into trouble. I will never forget when Lesley came home one day proud as punch and declared she got 99% in a music exam. He stupidly asked "what happened to the other 1%?". He never lived that down.

His passion for gaming gave him many happy hours creating in his spare time.

Despite the odd foot in the mouth moments or unfortunate slip ups, Dad was incredibly practical and creative, and I am so lucky that he passed on so much of his knowledge and skills to me.

It is, of course, always possible to look back and remember those times when things didn't always go to plan, like the time he installed a new dishwasher in our home in Royal Wood. All was well until Dad could not work out why, in the middle of the night, our dog Sheba was crying, only to come down and find her floating around a completely flooded kitchen in her dog basket!

Thanks for reading part 2 of the funeral. See you in the next part