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- Story Listed as: True Life For Teens
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Death / Heartbreak / Loss
- Published: 06/18/2022
The Landlord.
Born 1975, M, from Norfolk, United KingdomVery sad news today of the passing of the much loved Landlord Dave. He was a legend and was so young at heart with his ultra cool taste in music and his love for great cuisine. A true character with a heart of gold, even though (sometimes) he didn't like people to know that. In all the years of knowing him he would always go out of his way to help people, because that's sort of guy he was. Genuine, kind hearted, a true gent who wasn't scared to tell the truth. Always gave good advice to people that needed it and had such vast knowledge on a number of subjects. A truly inspirational chap. On top of that he had a brilliant sense of humour and always made me laugh. Like once I said to him, "How are you doing, Dave?" And all he replied, was, "What the f*** is it to do with you." Then we both burst out laughing as it was so unexpected. And the last time I saw him as I sat by the fire, he said, which I found a little odd at the time, was, "I know I've never said this before, Steve. But I like to think of myself as not just your landlord, but also a good friend. I just wanted you to know that." You'll be sadly missed, my friend. ❤ Rest In Peace, Dave. ❤
This morning I cut the grass for the first time in about a month, then strimmed all the edges including the three flower beds. It was quite satisfying. This also reminded me of a conversation I had with Dave in the pub last year or the year before, which I still find amusing. One morning after taking some photos of my garden, I uploaded them onto Facebook, where I got a couple of likes, then later that evening I headed to the pub looking forward to a much needed pint. When I walked in, Dave gave me that look that I knew all too well.
Then he said, "I saw your photos earlier of your garden. How exquisite."
I then replied, " Thanks, Dave. "
A smile came across his face and he said, "Your garden looks so magnificent. Maybe you should sell tickets to the public so they can wander the grounds in awe. Just a minute, I've had a better idea. Why don't you dress your dad in a butlers uniform and he could serve tea and cucumber sandwiches to them, then it would be known as the most magnificent tea party in the most splendid garden in all of Norfolk, or on the other hand..........STOP IT......NO ONE WANTS TO SEE BLOODY PHOTOS OF YOUR BLOODY GARDEN."
At this point, we both burst out laughing.
Loved your sense of humour, Dave. I'll never forget you. ❤
Tonight I'm in a reflecting mood. When I was in the pub earlier an old school friend reminded me of our athletic days, especially the 100 metre race, where he said I used to beat him every single time, until I slipped at the start of one race on sports day in front of a girl I fancied, which at the time broke my heart, but that's another story to tell. His best time when we were 12 years old was 11.7 seconds, but the thing that surprised me the most was, he said my time was 11.3. In my head I thought it was 12.3. WOW.
Then tonight I thought about everyone we've lost of late. So sad. All the memories of good times with loved ones, the happy times that'll stay with you forever, but always tinged with sadness that you'll never see them again. In life they are always the people you hold close to your heart, then suddenly their gone. It takes the bravest person to deal with this, but somehow we cope. Deep down we know they are looking down on us with love in their heart, wanting us to carry on, creating our own dreams to make them proud. Mum said to me once, years ago, "When I'm not here anymore, don't be sad, life is for living." I'll always remember that, mum, but at times, it's hard not to feel sad.........
Hi, I felt like I should thank everyone properly for their response to the post I put on yesterday of the drawing of Dave. It was an emotional day as it was Dave's funeral. Many turned up, and the service was very respectful. Both daughters gave beautiful speeches, which must've been very difficult for them in the circumstances. I've known Dave for years since he's been in the Swan, and he was always truthful with me, sometimes he'd say, "Steve, you have a beautiful soul and I trust you. Now get me some bloody ice from the freezer. Chop chop." Then other times if I'd done something that'd annoyed him, like taking photos of my garden or taking pictures of my crap (Aunt Bessie) dinners, he'd respond by saying," Why, why, why......... STOP IT NOW you pathetic man, and buy some proper food and peel some spuds like everybody else, but no, I forgot...... eating tasteless garbage that takes 0 seconds to prepare, then once it's cooked it has the texture of sandpaper and tastes as crap. Steve, you disgust me, you have time on your hands, buy a bloody cookbook and learn from the professionals. There is no excuse for such laziness. A year from now, I want you to be the best, most respected chef in all of Stratton. And if you don't take my very helpful, much thought out advice, then I'm bloody barring you for life. "
With that, we both burst out laughing.
Love you, Dave, you always made me smile.
The Landlord.(Stephen Pearmine)
Very sad news today of the passing of the much loved Landlord Dave. He was a legend and was so young at heart with his ultra cool taste in music and his love for great cuisine. A true character with a heart of gold, even though (sometimes) he didn't like people to know that. In all the years of knowing him he would always go out of his way to help people, because that's sort of guy he was. Genuine, kind hearted, a true gent who wasn't scared to tell the truth. Always gave good advice to people that needed it and had such vast knowledge on a number of subjects. A truly inspirational chap. On top of that he had a brilliant sense of humour and always made me laugh. Like once I said to him, "How are you doing, Dave?" And all he replied, was, "What the f*** is it to do with you." Then we both burst out laughing as it was so unexpected. And the last time I saw him as I sat by the fire, he said, which I found a little odd at the time, was, "I know I've never said this before, Steve. But I like to think of myself as not just your landlord, but also a good friend. I just wanted you to know that." You'll be sadly missed, my friend. ❤ Rest In Peace, Dave. ❤
This morning I cut the grass for the first time in about a month, then strimmed all the edges including the three flower beds. It was quite satisfying. This also reminded me of a conversation I had with Dave in the pub last year or the year before, which I still find amusing. One morning after taking some photos of my garden, I uploaded them onto Facebook, where I got a couple of likes, then later that evening I headed to the pub looking forward to a much needed pint. When I walked in, Dave gave me that look that I knew all too well.
Then he said, "I saw your photos earlier of your garden. How exquisite."
I then replied, " Thanks, Dave. "
A smile came across his face and he said, "Your garden looks so magnificent. Maybe you should sell tickets to the public so they can wander the grounds in awe. Just a minute, I've had a better idea. Why don't you dress your dad in a butlers uniform and he could serve tea and cucumber sandwiches to them, then it would be known as the most magnificent tea party in the most splendid garden in all of Norfolk, or on the other hand..........STOP IT......NO ONE WANTS TO SEE BLOODY PHOTOS OF YOUR BLOODY GARDEN."
At this point, we both burst out laughing.
Loved your sense of humour, Dave. I'll never forget you. ❤
Tonight I'm in a reflecting mood. When I was in the pub earlier an old school friend reminded me of our athletic days, especially the 100 metre race, where he said I used to beat him every single time, until I slipped at the start of one race on sports day in front of a girl I fancied, which at the time broke my heart, but that's another story to tell. His best time when we were 12 years old was 11.7 seconds, but the thing that surprised me the most was, he said my time was 11.3. In my head I thought it was 12.3. WOW.
Then tonight I thought about everyone we've lost of late. So sad. All the memories of good times with loved ones, the happy times that'll stay with you forever, but always tinged with sadness that you'll never see them again. In life they are always the people you hold close to your heart, then suddenly their gone. It takes the bravest person to deal with this, but somehow we cope. Deep down we know they are looking down on us with love in their heart, wanting us to carry on, creating our own dreams to make them proud. Mum said to me once, years ago, "When I'm not here anymore, don't be sad, life is for living." I'll always remember that, mum, but at times, it's hard not to feel sad.........
Hi, I felt like I should thank everyone properly for their response to the post I put on yesterday of the drawing of Dave. It was an emotional day as it was Dave's funeral. Many turned up, and the service was very respectful. Both daughters gave beautiful speeches, which must've been very difficult for them in the circumstances. I've known Dave for years since he's been in the Swan, and he was always truthful with me, sometimes he'd say, "Steve, you have a beautiful soul and I trust you. Now get me some bloody ice from the freezer. Chop chop." Then other times if I'd done something that'd annoyed him, like taking photos of my garden or taking pictures of my crap (Aunt Bessie) dinners, he'd respond by saying," Why, why, why......... STOP IT NOW you pathetic man, and buy some proper food and peel some spuds like everybody else, but no, I forgot...... eating tasteless garbage that takes 0 seconds to prepare, then once it's cooked it has the texture of sandpaper and tastes as crap. Steve, you disgust me, you have time on your hands, buy a bloody cookbook and learn from the professionals. There is no excuse for such laziness. A year from now, I want you to be the best, most respected chef in all of Stratton. And if you don't take my very helpful, much thought out advice, then I'm bloody barring you for life. "
With that, we both burst out laughing.
Love you, Dave, you always made me smile.
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Stephen Pearmine
06/19/2022Thank you. I usually write stories of fiction, but I just wanted to share to the world what a great guy he was.
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