Brian always with his smile and a particular way of answer when his name was called.He answer very loud " Whaaaat" and of course the laught right after.
This short clip was taken one morning after me (Hiram ) and Brian were having a short conversation about the new Cell phones video quality .Brian always was all ears for new tec toys. So I told him lets prove it, you will the
actor . We have a good laught right after viewing the little video clip.
Thinking of you on this special day Brian ! I tried to add a picture of my last memory of you, but cant seem to work it out how to send. However , the picture i was going to post was of you going getting into the car on your way to JFK airport , You and Sylvia planned on moving back to the UK, but it wasn`t long before you was back again, much to our delight to hear of you both coming back to the USA... And happy to pick you up from the airport, It wasn`t the same for us without the pair of you over there with us. But i know your heart was still in good ol England ..and i really wish you could have fullfilled your dream of getting back here for good before you left us. I will never stop thinking about you Brian, and we all miss you loads.
Happy Birthday mate ! I know you are looking down on us all.
X Love Sandra and Brian X
I recently shared that when we would travel back to England (Quite Regularly) my dad was always excited to get to the airport and as we approached that little island down below, he would stare at it with wide eyes and shear joy. When we landed, he would always take a deep breath of "British Air" as if to exchange the American air out of his lungs because he was HOME. He would seek out the very first water fountain for the very same reason. He would immerse himself as if he never left and I would watch in wonder at the love he had for England and Wales.
In 2013, it was just me and dad on a plane back to England as his best friend had just passed and we just needed to be there. While we were there together, we spent an evening walking around London and I swear he had a story about every street we walked on. He grew up on those hallowed grounds of Buckingham Palace, Marble Arch, Houses of Parliament, the Cabinet War Rooms, and Whitehall. He was so very proud to tell stories of delivering newspapers on his bike and where he had tipped his motorbike when he was in his teens. We had a pint at the Red Lion on Parliament Street and it was one of the most memorable times I had ever spent with my dad. I feel so lucky to have had that experience with him and will never forget it.
When we got back on the plane to return to the States, I remember him looking out the plane window with tears falling down his cheeks. It was as if he was being torn away from his home and this is the very same feeling I got whenever we would make the return trip over the years. This time was different though. I don't know exactly why, only he would know. But I felt it, I am feeling it right now while tears are flowing down my face.
He loved that little island down below and it is my job to bring him home.
I love you dad!
