My dad brothers Kevin Troy and Patrick Troy have both die.  After they was both in the same care home together. And are now buried side by side.  So sad to lose another a part of my dad. I could see my dad in both my uncles.  Now there is one of my dads brother with us. The lovely Chrissy Troy   And as I always have kept in contact with your family and your daughter Samantha.   Your son Bennie has had a another baby girl issy Troy she was born November 2017.  

My dad was born on 18th April 1946 , in Dublin, Ireland.  To his father Christopher Troy and mother Elizabeth Troy(Harte).  He lived  at 52 Arran street, Dublin, with parents. He had three sisters Madeleine(Mal) ,Christina(Tina)& baby sister Linda , and he had three brothers. Patrick(pat) was the oldest , Kevin & Chrissy.  He had another sister but died when she a baby. My dad lived in Ireland until he was about 10 years old, before he left Dublin and moved over to London, England with his mother Elizabeth Troy known as (lil) . And stayed here. He mother would take him and his brothers and sisters out to Ireland for hoildays to see His father Christopher Troy who was a Bootmaker . And baby sister Linda stayed in Dublin living with family there  . My dad would go to Dublin in hoildays to visit his father And all of his relatives that lived there.  My dad still remain very close with his baby sister Linda, that remained in Ireland.  He was very protective of all his brothers and sisters. He looked after them and his mum and he was the one they all looked up too.  He was in his early twenties when he had a daughter Samantha and a son jay with separate women. That he ended up losing contact with them. and later on when daughter Samantha looked him up, which he was over the moon to see her again after all them years. Then he meet my mum Annie Mcavoy that remained the love of his life until he die.  They married and they had my sister Sarah , me (Kelly ) and a son Bennie. They was happy together . They divorced when I was 12years old, my dad was devastated and would always say to me your mother was the love of my life. I'll never love anyone else like I love your mum. If she would take me back he would go back.  I was the most devastated out of my brother and sister . Because I was always a daddy's girl from a baby. Loved him , went everywhere with him. And looked after him , when they divorced. And would go round to see him every morning before school and he would walk me up to the bus stop up Peckham high street and wait for my bus to school. And then again of a night I would go and watch telly with him. And he walked me back home. We always was close , because we was so alike.  He was my whole wide , I loved  him so much it didn't matter what he did in life I stuck up for him.  And sometimes if he let me down , I would be so hurt and break my heart. But he would always had a way with him. That I couldn't stay cross with him long, he would always do something stupid and make me laugh.  He was a happy person in life. He was always smiling, always dress  immaculate , he loved a nice blazer and nice shirt. And smart polish shoes , and he was so vain, look how handsome you old dad is. He was friendly out going , and loved socialising and he would love going to a musical theatre show. He has seen every musical and theatre show there is. Over and over again. He took me to my first Oliver Twist musical when I was 13 years old. Just me and him and I loved it. And that's what made me love going west end theatre, covert garden theatres, plus he got the tickets cheap.   Then I left home and moved in my dads when I was 19 years old. Before I moved into my own flat. But every weekend I would pop into the rose and crown pub. With my mate Anna Boyle and have a drink with him and his girlfriend eve who worked in the pub. He would show me off to everyone in the pub telling them look my darling daughter Kelly has come to have a drink with her old dad. I miss them days.  But I never losted that special bond I had with him. He would listen to me and give me advise when I needed it. And would give me a big cuddle and tell me it's goner be alright if I was upset.  My nickname he called me was always shit legs. And I never lost that name ,  And sweetheart.  My dad also had an older daughter called Samantha and a older son jay from  previous  relationships , but lost connect with them . Until My dad and his daughter Samantha reconnected with eachother , which he was over the moon with. He wanted me to meet Samantha, unfortunately the first time we met eachother was at my dads funeral, which is sad he wasn't here to see it. But We have kept in touch with eachother , and always will. Which I know my dad would be so happy about.  Samantha has a son called Rubén and married to rob.   I have two daughters,my brother has 3 kids and my sister has 2 kids now.