I am re-posting this post, as he is very much on my mind.
My mate Mick is brilliant. He works hard and adores his son: Sonny
He loves his food plain, and is quite a pain about it, his favourite meal is steak and chips, (any whiff of salad or garnish and he won’t eat it) with a beer and maybe a sambucca later😉 Once I made him eat my avocado ice cream – quite gross – but he managed a bit (result) ever since he has been a bit tentative:
He makes shutters (not blinds) and owns this company.
He adores my girls, and often confuses Amy with his mate ‘Brian’, as he says that she looks exactly like him – much to her annoyance (although she has got used to answering him when he calls her Brian).
He taught Amy how to skim stones:
When we go on holiday, he likes to enjoy himself:
He loves his music, all big band stuff: Frank Sinatra and the Rat Pack being a fave; every song was his and Penny’s (his wife): ‘Pen, Pen.. it’s our song: quick!’
He is generous to a fault, a genuinely lovely bloke who I honestly get excited about seeing, any evening or holiday when Mick is involved is going to be fabulous. I am constantly amazed and proud of his dedication to his family and pals. He’s never online, he is too busy with helping out with stuff… or watching rugby🙂
Mick dropped down dead, literally, Friday 13th February 2009. I wanted to share him with you in lieu of the last conversation I wish I could have with him. Bye, Mick, there is a flipping massive hole in the world now and I know you would be a bit gobsmacked that I am doing this, but I miss you and want to celebrate your life xxx