Post by Administrator on Mar 6, 2020 18:46:17 GMT
FOR MY FATHER
I remember how he used to sail,
For months away at sea,
And though he was so often gone,
He was a grand old dad to me.
I said goodbye and shook his hand,
As he left to join the ship
I never dreamed in all this world,
That this was his last trip.
He passed away but not in mind,
And when I'm ever by the sea,
I often think and pause a bit,
He was a grand old dad to me.
Ian A. Millar
In January of 1969 my father had signed on as Chief Mate aboard the S/S DENISON VICTORY which was loading ammunition for Viet-Nam.
My mother and I dropped him off to join the ship. He was not feeling well and had a cold which developed into pneumonia. On the way to Panama he was flown by Coast Guard helicopter to the nearest hospital in which he crossed the final bar. Always missed and remembered.
I remember how he used to sail,
For months away at sea,
And though he was so often gone,
He was a grand old dad to me.
I said goodbye and shook his hand,
As he left to join the ship
I never dreamed in all this world,
That this was his last trip.
He passed away but not in mind,
And when I'm ever by the sea,
I often think and pause a bit,
He was a grand old dad to me.
Ian A. Millar
In January of 1969 my father had signed on as Chief Mate aboard the S/S DENISON VICTORY which was loading ammunition for Viet-Nam.
My mother and I dropped him off to join the ship. He was not feeling well and had a cold which developed into pneumonia. On the way to Panama he was flown by Coast Guard helicopter to the nearest hospital in which he crossed the final bar. Always missed and remembered.