My Dad (Douglas Peter Cull) died tonight, in his home in Smallfield, Surrey, near Gatwick Airport in England – tomorrow, flying back from Marrakesh before heading on to Orlando, we were going to meet up for dinner.
I did not really know my Dad till I was 18, my parents separated when I was young and Dad was “the bad guy” for a long time; but in the last 40+ years I got to know him well, both when I still lived in England and visited for Christmas or other times, and his frequent USA visits after we emigrated.
I will still have memories, including these …
M&I / GBMINI 