When you get over the loss of a parent and have finished grieving,you begin to smile and remember the great times,laughs and love you had together.Now is the time to share this story.
So,me arl fella was as nice as pie to everyone.He would
go out and have a pint or two with his mate from Yorkshire.The Yorkshire bloke was knocking on me arl fellas door every night trying to get him out for a pint.INSTEAD of saying No ,he invented this bloke called Kevin,who was seriously ill in hospital.So anytime the Yorkshire bloke knocked on the door,and me arl fella didn't want to go out.He would say to the Yorkshire man
'I'm off to the hospital to see Kevin' ,me arl fella phones me in Greece about 2 months later in Greece , fuming about the Yorkshire man.
Me... Whats up
Him I've just been out for a pint with the Yorkshire man,and he never once asked me how Kevin was.
Me.... Dad,he dosen't exist.
Him... It's not the point.
Me.... Well it is
Him.... FFFU I thought you would understand.I'm FFING off to bed after me pie dinner.
Me.... I love yer Dad, and send my best wishes To Kevin and his imaginary family.
Him... nothing and the phone goes down lol lol