He was Trefor with an “f”
Trefor with an “f” you see?
He was Trefor with an “f”
That was Welsh for “Trevor” you see.
It was twenty-nine years ago,
(And I was only twenty-one you know)
That I got the notification,
Of my father’s departation,
From this world to the next,
Which left me feeling vexed,
At the office in the Art School,
Who’d made me feel such a fool.
He was Trefor with an “f”
Trefor with an “f” you see?
He was Trefor with an “f”
That was Welsh for “Trevor” you see.
Now just a fortnight before,
There’d been a message on their door,
To ring home urgently,
Which cut to the heart of me.
So I went and made the call,
But there was nothing wrong at all,
I’d feared for something bad,
But ended up chatting to my dad.
He was Trefor with an “f”
Trefor with an “f” you see?
He was Trefor with an “f”
That was Welsh for “Trevor” you see.
There’d some kind of mistake,
The kind that secretaries can make,
They stuck that message to the wall,
Asking me to make that call,
So when it seemed to happen once more,
My jaw it hit the floor,
Because just two weeks later on
It seemed it was happening again.
He was Trefor with an “f”
Trefor with an “f” you see?
He was Trefor with an “f”
That was Welsh for “Trevor” you see.
Only this time it was true,
They “really thought” I should try to get through
To my family at home,
On that grotty old payphone,
So I rang and heard the worst,
And into tears I did burst,
Before being helped out by my pal,
Then driving home for the funeral.
He was Trefor with an “f”
Trefor with an “f” you see?
He was Trefor with an “f”
That was Welsh for “Trevor” you see.
October’s not great for me,
Three such anniversaries, you see?
Lost my mum, my friend, and my dad
To a month I now think of as bad,
So if you think I get a bit obsessed,
Or more than a little depressed,
Just think about what I’ve lost,
And why I’m counting the cost…
He was Trefor with an “f”
Trefor with an “f” you see?
He was Trefor with an “f”
That was Welsh for “Trevor” you see.
He was Trefor with an “f”
Trefor with an “f” you see?
He was Trefor with an “f”
My dad was “Trefor” you see.
Chin up.
ReplyDeleteNowadays, it's more a question of which chin...
DeleteIt all seems to be passing far too quickly these days, and, of course, it's also a year to the day since we sent Mum off into the big blue beyond. I loved the quirkiness of that simple little "f" and how proud Dad was of it. I remember the day he died all too well - I was on the phone to Mum at the time and heard him call out to her. Sadly, there was nothing anyone could do and that phone call to you was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. So many happy memories of Dad - I was a definite Daddys Girl - and I hope you have happy memories too.
ReplyDeleteThinking of you today, and always!
S x