Friday, September 01, 2006
The Original One & Only
1937 - 2006
My father died after a short illness on Tuesday.
I guess I owe my One & Only philosophy of authentic, eccentric, iconoclasm to him.
He was a Scottish migrant to New Zealand but never lost the tensile Glaswegian character that alternated between harshness and sentimentality.
I am indebted to him for many things, an independent spirit, an inquiring mind and a willingness to work and give things a go. Not least of all the gift of life itself.
I'll miss the cantankerous old bugger.