2009 is a particularly special year as my father would have turned 80. July 29th would have been Dad’s birthday.
My Dad suffered bowel cancer and passed away 22 years ago. The last birthday party I celebrated with my Dad was his 50th. It was such a great day/night/following day. My Dad’s friends, including people he had grown up with, were there. Being a bbq with lots of food, drink, fun and laughter, the weather for Brian Watson’s day was perfect.
I had moved to Sydney by that time and none of us were aware that we only had a little time left with him.
I was always “dad’s little girl” and our relationship was very special. Every morning I had to select my Dad’s clothes for him to wear. He was color blind and “he didn’t trust Mum’s taste’ – it clearly wasn’t as good as mine!.
As a real estate agent with his own business – Brian Watson Real Estate, his values were very high. I recall him painting a vendor’s house prior to putting it on the market. His vendor was 83 and riddled with arthritis.
Opening a property for Dad was fun and also relaxing (at times). In those days, Open Homes went for a minimum of 4 hours and were held on Saturday and Sunday. Dad would pack his own lunch and make a thermos of coffee to take with him. If there were no potential buyers walking through, Dad would switch the television on and watch the football. I suspect he may have dozed off a few times, but I never heard if was caught “snoozing on the job”.
Once he became ill, he gave up real estate, but still helped people when he could. He became a bus driver, taking elderly pensioners on outings. He whistled while he drove, regularly had “sing alongs” on the bus and enjoyed himself immensely.
Not a day goes past when I don’t think of him. My son James is the image of my Dad. Brian Watson passed away 2 weeks before I married. Not long after that, I fell pregnant and knew immediately I was having a baby boy. James was born on 7th June 1988. The name James is a Watson family name. There was no question my son was going to be named James. My Dad lives on.