My dad would have been 85 tomorrow if he hadn’t smoked 60 cigarettes a day from being 20 years old until his heart attack at 48. He was very lucky.... the heart attack didn’t kill him, but made him stop smoking.... and he lived a further 30 years.
However, his dream, he said, was to still be striding down the fairway, playing another round of golf, when he was 85. ( Not playing subuteo with his 13 year old daughter as he was in this 1968 photo......just look at those curtains...agghhh )
It wasn’t to be. The smoking finally caught up with him and he died of lung cancer 7 years ago, when he was 78.
Sorry about the golf dad, but Jess and I will be spending your birthday, your 85th birthday, together, and we will celebrate for you.
Dad, aged 77.....still gorgeous, and with us, on holiday , in France...as he was just months before he died. His last game of golf was with Mark, in France.....one to be remembered, always.
Happy Birthday Dad.