when my father was alive he was a lover of trains and worked for British Rail. He had various jobs over the years with them. The last one working in the signal box. As a child I always wanted to go and do the night shift with him. I would be the first person he saw walking through our back door in the early hours. What I didn’t know is that my dad also helped a lot of other people. Which I discovered at his funeral when the church was bursting with so many people they were stood outside. I learnt a lot about how sacrificing he was and how giving a human he was. Thanks for your poem today. It made me reflect on the good parts of my dad. Which is hard to do this time of year, so close to the anniversary of losing him. I tend to fixate on the death and the brutal month we had. So thank you my friend, your poem has been a welcomed gift today 💗
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Love this Nev,
when my father was alive he was a lover of trains and worked for British Rail. He had various jobs over the years with them. The last one working in the signal box. As a child I always wanted to go and do the night shift with him. I would be the first person he saw walking through our back door in the early hours. What I didn’t know is that my dad also helped a lot of other people. Which I discovered at his funeral when the church was bursting with so many people they were stood outside. I learnt a lot about how sacrificing he was and how giving a human he was. Thanks for your poem today. It made me reflect on the good parts of my dad. Which is hard to do this time of year, so close to the anniversary of losing him. I tend to fixate on the death and the brutal month we had. So thank you my friend, your poem has been a welcomed gift today 💗
HUGE thank you's are on their way to your post box Gwen & one of these too 💗
You are always such a kind human Nev x