In loving memory of my Daddy - Ken McMaster : 4 July 1934 - 4 November 2009
A tribute to my Dad
Dad, you came into my life when I was 7 and quickly filled the role of Daddy in my life. You unselfishly and willingly took me under your wing, loving me and raising me as if I were your own. I was privileged to share so many of my firsts with you. You were the first to teach me how to ride a bicycle and a motorbike. You were the first one to teach me how to fly a kite and change a wall plug. You were the only one who had the guts and was calm enough to first teach me how to drive.
I don’t have any memories of you ever being really angry with me, even when I tormented and accidentally let some of your pet birds go. When Mom was on the warpath, you were quick to get me out the way and often, I was spared from getting a hiding, even though I deserved one.
I have many fond memories of you. Most of these memories involve the restoration of many VW Beetles, having wild birds as pets and nursing sick fish in the tank. I believe that you will also be the only man in history, who, whilst towing a broken down vehicle, got overtaken by the vehicle being towed. I will never forget the look of shock and horror on your face when I waved at you as Mom and I overtook you, moments before the tow rope forced your car up someone’s driveway.
I will always remember you as a man who got things done. When something was broken you were sure to be the one to fix it. You were always willing to help and nothing was ever too much trouble for you. Dependability, gentleness and kindness were your strengths. You were a true gentlemen. Laziness was definitely not a word in your vocabulary, especially at 6:00am on a Saturday morning when there were piles of dog poo to be picked up.
I’m going to miss you so much. I am privileged to have had you as a Dad. If I were to start my life over, and God gave me the choice, I would, without any doubt, choose you to be my Dad.
