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Happy Father's Day?



This year, my children lost both of their grandfathers.

It has been a very sad year for us so far, so on Father's Day this year I wanted to share a little about our fathers.

They both went too suddenly.

We can hardly believe they are gone.


Ich liebe dich Papa. I love you Daddy.

Below: a few words, each with a story, to remind us.


Below: a few pictures, each with a story,  to remind us.


Turning Torso, Sweden







The last mango


And finally, I learnt this ditty in primary school and would sing for my father. It makes me cry.

Oh my Papa*

Oh, my Papa, to me he was so wonderful,
Oh, my Papa, to me he was so good.
No one could be so gentle and so lovable,
Oh, my Papa, he always understood.

Gone are the days when he could take me on his knee
And with a smile he'd change my tears to laughter.

Oh, my Papa, so funny, so adorable,
Always the clown so funny in his way.
Oh, my Papa, to me he was so wonderful,
Deep in my heart I miss him so today.


*Originally written in German and called "O mein Papa" by Swiss composer Paul Burkhard in 1939. 


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Savi said…
So sorry for both of your losses, Sally and Gunnar. This is a beautiful tribute.
12 July 2016 at 02:31
Austin Trini said…
Savi, thank you so much for your comments. It means more to share these with people who knew my dad way back when.
23 July 2016 at 06:00
Austin Trini said…
@Bill, those are true words re the circle of life. Yes - that mustache! My dad took a lot of pride in his looks and took care of himself!
23 July 2016 at 06:03
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