I decided not to do this on Father’s Day as cyberspace was probably busy; but now I want to put this out there. His name is John Crossland and he was my father.
He was tall with a commanding presence that made people notice him the moment he entered a room. He always smoked a pipe. He was highly intelligent with a photographic memory and a love of science fiction.
I regret that I was so full of teenage angst while he was alive that I never really got to know him. We didn’t always get along, it was a different time and he was of a John Wayne kind of male but with English style. He served in WW2, hunted and collected guns. As I said it was a different time.
The important thing was that he was always there when I needed him and that is all that really matters.