Ninety-four years ago today, my dad was born; he died in 1995 and I cannot imagine him at 94, I’m not totally sure he would have wanted to live into old age, but I selfishly wish he was still with us. In many ways he still is, we talk of him frequently and I often find myself using expressions he would have used, and even making facial expressions which I must have learnt/inherited from him.
A great sadness is that my children never knew him properly; I hope they have some sense of him from the way my husband and I talk about him, just as I have a sense of my grandfather who died six weeks before I was born. So, on the 18th of August, I raise a glass to my dad!
Donald with his brother-in-law and friend, Ken
Lois Elsden 
Lois, allow me to raise my glass to your Dad too. He guided me into the Cambridge culture when I needed him.
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Thank you, Don!
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