Father

 My dear father passed on in early December. I will miss him.

I remember as a child of three or four and a monkey was chasing me at the Botanic Gardens. I had jumped on a park bench only to see the monkey jumping up as well. My father picked me up before the monkey could get at me and carried me away on his shoulders, rescuing me.

I remember during one national parade in the early 70s, my father had put me on his shoulders. He was running along the road, in the crowd, so that I could see the parade. He ran on Coleman Bridge at South Bridge Road.

He was a good father.