One of my dad's oldest friends died last week, and though I only met him a handful of times, he gave me something I use every day, something that has defined my identity and shaped the person I've become. Something only he and I shared; I've never met anyone else with exactly the same...
R.I.P., Rol.
You were the only one
Who's come and gone.
I'm sure he was a grand man - and you're the living tribute to him.
ReplyDeleteThanks, C.
DeleteSad about your dad's friend but in some cultures, if their name is passed down the generations, it means they live on in a way.
ReplyDeleteAnd here was I thinking your name had something to do with that newspaper magnate.
Nothing at all. I was named after my dad's two armies buddies (when they all did National Service together), William and Rolston. Sadly, Bill passed away a few years ago and now Rol has followed him into the great unknown... but I carry them both with me.
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