We were learning to describe , specifically his skin,hair,face,voice,actions and personality.
My father was a good man until he died. His skin was a dark tanned shade and under his shirt it would be light white, due to never seeing the sun. Sometimes, mainly in winter he was dark white colour with a very small tan.
He had dark green eyes that shone in the daylight,his short black beard pointed like a stick,his nose was medium size but happened to stick out like a little beak.He had normal ears but could hear a lot of stuff, even things we didn’t want him to.
My dad had dark black hair , it was short and felt like smooth sandpaper and it would disappear at night - in the darkness he would cut it all the time.
My father liked to talk about will happenings in the future (and in the past) .He liked to play rugby and sometimes at practice he would let us play too.
I always liked my dad for what he would do to help get work,jobs and school stuff.
He would tell us to Never let go of your dreams and no matter where you are I will always be in your heart.
Now he is gone forever but he will always be my treasure rare that I never lose.
