Steel Tiger
Senior Master
Late last night I received a call from my mother to tell me that my grandfather, her father, had passed away. He had been struggling with emphysema for years now. From what I understand it was a peaceful passing.
He was my own personal Zen master having seen the majority of the twentieth century and worked inwhat would be considered mundane occupations by many. A lone timbercutter, a truck driver, a foreman in a battery manufacturing plant. Nothing special, but through it all he maintained a good humour and a love of raising canaries. It seemed he had found his way and his life was as it should be. Nothing more, nothing less.
I will miss his near encyclopaedic knowledge of cricket and his very candid opinions of the current crop of international players. I have sat for hours listening to him tell stories of his playing days and his first hand accounts of watching our greats play. It was his game and he loved it.
They say that rugby is the game they play in heaven, but I think they might roll the arm over a fews times for my pop.
He was my own personal Zen master having seen the majority of the twentieth century and worked inwhat would be considered mundane occupations by many. A lone timbercutter, a truck driver, a foreman in a battery manufacturing plant. Nothing special, but through it all he maintained a good humour and a love of raising canaries. It seemed he had found his way and his life was as it should be. Nothing more, nothing less.
I will miss his near encyclopaedic knowledge of cricket and his very candid opinions of the current crop of international players. I have sat for hours listening to him tell stories of his playing days and his first hand accounts of watching our greats play. It was his game and he loved it.
They say that rugby is the game they play in heaven, but I think they might roll the arm over a fews times for my pop.
