Cultureshock

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My dad loved brass band music. Listening to it reminds me of him. It reminds me of my Yorkshire roots. If I hear certain pieces they make me cry because I’m thinking of him. I want to remember him before he got ill so I think of him at my graduation where he nearly burst with pride. I was the first in his family to go to university. He had left school at fifteen with no qualifications. I remember him at family parties and at my nana’s on a Saturday morning swapping stories with his brothers. I remember him watching the local rugby team and trying to ride his bike home after celebrating a win. I remember his dry sense of humour and of us watching MASH together while my mum was out with her friends on a Wednesday night. I remember him teaching me to swim and to ride my bike. I remember having a special seat on his crossbar before being allowed on the road on my own bike. I remember his pride in the allotment he started working on and the gluts of runner beans he was so proud of. I remember him on holiday making sandcastle and exploring rock pools. I remembered him at my wedding but not because he was there because of the hole he has left behind him.