It’s 22 years today since Dad died unexpectedly, a month before his 66th birthday. He retired at 60 and spent his days helping farm mates, pig and deer hunting, and going fishing. He and Mum made 3 trips to Asia once he retired. He was a busy, and seemingly fit, man.
He went fishing at Waverley Beach one Sunday morning and had a massive heart attack. The young man next to him did CPR but had to leave him to get help and, by the time he got back, Dad’s heart had stopped again. As bad as we all felt for the young man who had tried so hard, I’m pleased Dad did not survive. He’d have hated being a patient, being told what to do, being incapacitated. As Mum used to say “Mansel got it right, he just died ten years too early”.
So today, and every day, I remember him with love. He was a hard working, patient man who gave huge bear hugs. I miss him.
Dad teaching me to ride his motorbike.
Mum and Dad’s wedding.
Able Seaman D M Barker
Dad receiving a Lions Club award.
Taken after a swimming competition.
Dad and granddaughter Jenny.
Dad and I on holiday somewhere.
Mum always used to say I was whispering secrets to him. Corduray overalls, knitted cardigan and bare feet! This is one of my favorite photos and probably the most like how I remember him.
Feeding ducks with me at Virginia Lake in Wanganui.
Me, Mum & Dad, and Marion Scott, Palmerston North 1967
Ailsa and Jim’s wedding. Mum, Ailsa, Jim, Dad, me in the front.
(((Hugs))), Cath. I understand.
Awww…such great photos of him. Were you two planting seeds in a garden when you were whispering together? Hard that you didn’t get to spend more years with him. I know that feeling too. Hugs.