My dad loved life; and family; and food; and drink; and song: he loved life, he loved it all.
He had a big heart. And he loved life: he loved it all.
As a younger man, when he was hale and hearty, he had a beautiful singing voice too. And he knew so many songs!
He taught us some of the old Irish ballads, and some of the newer Irish tunes too (yes, I can sing ‘The Dutchman’ from start to finish, without a cheat sheet: thanks, Dad!), and some Canadian folk songs, and a couple of dear old French Canadian numbers, as well. He taught us to always have a ‘party piece’ or two with which to entertain the company.
Here his voice had weakened, and he couldn’t remember all the lyrics, so my sister got the lyrics up through google, but he had trouble reading them from the screen. But as sick as he was here, he was game, he was ready to sing, and still his voice rings true.
- Canadian Thanksgiving, 2012 = October 2012 ↩