My dad used to sing all the time. He wasn't a great singer, never knew more than a couple of lines, but repeated them gladly. He loved music, and often came to me and said he had heard a new song on the radio, but unable to repeat any of the lyrics or remember the artists name, I could never guess what song it was. He wasn't very great at speaking english either, still he was the one who took responsibility for communicating with people when he and mum travelled, didn't matter if they were in Thailand or Spain, he talked to everyone. He was a milk man for 40 years, a job he loved, and he listened to the radio all the time in his car. I remember when I was a kid, he used to sing No milk today when he had his day off. We played that song in his funeral. He knew one line from that song, and that was "no milk today", I still remember that song, and it reminds me of him. So many songs I've heard years later, realizing they were totally different. Another song, or line, he used to sing was "why do the birds keep on signing, don't they know it's the end of the world". That's all he knew. And I remember when he was at the ICU (he had brain metastases, surgery, brain edema, unconscious for 4 days not knowing the outcome) and that I was thinking the exact words when I walked out of the hospital. Everyone went on with their lives. They laughed. And they worried about their stupid make up. Just like I did before. And just like I do now. I realize that life really does go on. I had never in a million years thought I'd get over losing him. But I have. Not when I sit down, listen to the songs that remind me of him, and think about him. But in my everyday life. I am happy. I laugh. I worry about stupid things. It's back to normal. Except those moments, but it's up to me when I have those moments. I can push them away for as long as I want. And sometimes I feel like I push them away for far too long, so I put on some songs, look at pictures and cry a little. And I feel good. I feel the love that was in our little family. Me, mum and him, and eventually my 2 boys. Today my husband told me his boss realized he had worked with my dad many years ago, and he talked about how dad used to talk with everybody, and everybody seemed to know him and like him. I meet people once in a while that has known him, and I live for those moments. I am so proud to be his daughter. I just wanted to say that you can be happy again to all of you in the same situation, and all of you that are waiting for the inevitable. There is a life after, and that life can be quite good. I think about him every single day, and I dream about him alot. It feels good, like I have met him again. I miss him and I wish this never happened, but I am ok with it. I have found peace and I am happy 🫶
Sharing some thoughts one year after ... - Advanced Prostate...
Sharing some thoughts one year after my dad passed
thank you for this
🤗🤗 Much love from India
Thanks for sharing that, and for sharing your dad's journey at the link in his bio, which I have saved.
Thank you for reading, it means a lot 🫶I hope people can see some hope in the hoplessness in the things that I share.
Im glad for your peace.
Dear Daughter of Soton,
I do not mean to sound cold, but would you please let me know where your sweet Dad called home? What was his ethnic background and where did he get his surname Soton?
I have a hobby regarding names and backgrounds.
FYI There are 23 Soton(s) immigrants (listed)that's arrived here in the US via Ellis Island. It appears that some of them immigrated here from Germany.
God Bless your dear Dad (and you and your Mum) and hopefully he's ran into my Sweet Dad who passed away in 1955. Yes we never forget. Regards,
Good Luck, Good Health and Good Humor.
j-o-h-n
Hi, we are from Norway. He was a fan of Southampton (Soton), that's why I called myself that 
He became a fan of them since he saw them play against the Norwegian team Rosenborg in 1969, 11 years old. I bet he'd talk to your dad if he met him, he always asked where people were from and I guess that's part of the reason people remember him and liked him. Everybody wants to be seen, and when people show interest in you, they feel like people see them. I realize I have inherited that, I work at a nursing home and I love asking people about their backgound.
I have heard so many stories from peoples life. Like one man who were on a weather station on an island outside Svalbard for 2 years. They shot a polar bear and adopted his cub. Had to kill it too though. Another patient, a woman, told me she and her sister met a german soldier during the war, and the soldier looked at his 4 year old sister and a tear ran down his face. "He probably had a daughter her age at home" she said, "they were only kids, and just did what they were told". How much we can learn if we just take the time and listen to other people. I love everyday stories and I love the magic in everyday life.
Thank you for asking, it didn't sound cold at all, I felt the opposite 🫶
Hello Soton,
When I was researching the name Soton before, I did come across the following from Google which describes the name:
Well, it is the Daily Echo which must put up its hands and admit to inventing the word many years ago.
The name of Southampton has undergone various forms over its long history, stretching far back to the days of the Roman invasion, as it reflected the changing language of the time, as well as adding and dropping parts of the word used to describe the surrounding area.
However, the derivation of Soton and Sotonian has a rather more mundane origin as both were coined to describe the city and its residents by journalists at the Daily Echo, who found Southampton and Southamptonian far too long to fit easily into the newspaper’s headlines.
Although the exact date when the words were first used is unknown a report in the Daily Echo from as long ago as January 1957, even then referred to their origin as “years ago’’.
The abbreviations did not enjoy universal approval as in another Daily Echo story of more than half a century ago, the late Norman Scholfield, Southampton’s well remembered town clerk of many years, dismissed the words as “literary slovenliness’’.
One of the Daily Echo’s most respected journalists of the 1950s, C.F. Carr, once told local Rotary club members: “These words were produced for convenience in newspaper headlines.The abbreviations for Southampton and Southamptonian were invented by the Southern Daily Echo years ago.’’ Southampton was originally plain Hamton. This was supposed to mean “the home settlement’’ but modern historians consider the definition as “the settlement on the bend in the river’’ to be more correct.
BTW Your Dad and I would have been great friends, since I too talk to everyone and generally ask them their origin or ethnic background. As my Mom used to say, you'll never find out unless you ask.
I talk so much that my Mom used to say that as a child I was vaccinated with a phonograph (if you know what a phonograph is/was) needle.
When my Mom was in a nursing home I used to visit her every day and sometimes twice on weekends. I was there so often that the staff treated me as staff and I would walk right in without signing the visitor's register. I used to visit and take care of my Mom and visit with other "patients" and gossip and help them. Here in the US 90% of the patients are female, I used to tease them that the reason they're were very few men cause they died earlier since they wanted to.
Well enough about me me me (except like your DAD I would sing from time to time but never knew the lyrics). You know, I think your Dad and I are twins.....
Have a great day and thank you for posting about your dear Dad and remember to remember us. (You're a wonderful daughter)....
Good Luck, Good Health and Good Humor.
j-o-h-n
Thank you so much for your kind words, you sound like a great guy! 😊 The people around you must be lucky to have you in their life 🫶
I think my Dad would be friends with all your Dads (Soon and j-o-h-n). My Dad grew up in a rural area. And then I grew up where the family had located in a dense urban area. And people aren't quite so talkative in an urban area. He used to walk me to school quite a bit in high school. And insisted that I say hello to everyone we met. Everybody was happy to say hello back. He also like to talk with everybody he met. I now say hello to everybody and often chat people up. And you find out the most amazing things about people. I appreciate these posts today which remind me that it's nice to talk with lots of people we meet.
Talking to each other is what we need. Here in NYC the majority of the people don't even know who their next door neighbor is. (During WWII and right after 911 we pulled together, that's gone). We don't even let a car move in ahead of us....without going berserk.
Good Luck, Good Health and Good Humor.
j-o-h-n
Absolutely! It connects us, it makes us not only understand other people, it also makes us more willing to understand the people we don't agree with. We can learn something new, and I love what they say about talking makes us repeat what we already know, listening makes us learn something new.
It was dads birthday today, so we had dinner with mom. And the funniest thing happened at work, I spoke with a new patient, he had attended the same 500 km bicycle race as my dad years and years ago. Had to mention it of course, and he asked me his name. I saw his face light up and he told me he had spoken to my dad. He didn't know him, but he remembered him. They're not from the same place at all so the chances were small, and that really made my day.
We must fight for the good things in life, and I remind myself to be the better person when someone don't act the way I expect from people.
thank you for writing this. I also read your father's journey that you wrote when he died. I was very touched by both. my father used to talk to people about their dogs.....smiling....and it is something I do also.....may our fathers rest in peace and if there is a heaven I hope they run into each other....take care and thanks again. all my best.
Thank you so much❤️ Means a lot. I hope so too 😊
My dad, @hopingforthebest1 
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