I think mine was only 42. He died from cirrhosis of the liver. (Drinking from a broken heart).
He was a very hard working man. When I was very young he was in the police force, later became a farm hand and did all types of work. (Farm was Cattle, sheep, fishing and crops). After he moved back with his mother he worked on her farm which was small and also became a barman / bar manager.
I always remember my dad as the farm worker though. He wasn't even grey when he passed. I was only 12.

Thanks 2-ton. Have to admit my productivity's been nil of late; only seem to be posting off-topic stuff of late. Maybe I can get inspired again soon.

dinasset, what beautiful words you've shared, thank you.

sallyanne, thank you for sharing memories of your sensitive Dad and for painting the picture in my mind of the gentleman he must have been. I've sent to you in a PM a link to researching online and it is all free. You can do this from the comfort of your home and at your leisure.

What beautiful tributes to your fathers I read here.
And a very emotional song.
Mine was very special too.
I cannot find the right words to tell about him.
It’s not easy in another language.

At the moment here it is 0.21 am, already Sunday June 8 so…

That is beautiful Ella Louise - I understand you clearly.

Happy father's day (even though ours isn't until June 15)