Sorry to hear about your loss mate. The way it went from the highs of Seville to todays lows in such short order is heartbreaking. I’m feeling a lot of the same emotions myself at the moment.
Our family lost Ian McBeth this week, happily went on the Fallin bus home and away for as long as I know, until mobility issues stopped him a few years ago. His death was quite unexpected, I wish I had a Seville or a recent trip to remember but I’ve mainly got regrets. He gave me all my interests and he loved the Rangers more than anything after family. I only realised recently he was probably the biggest male influence in my life and I wish I’d told him how much he meant to me. I think I was embarrassed but whatever the stupid reason I’ll regret it forever.
I got his name put on the wall of the new museum but I never told him because I wanted to take him out for the day as a surprise when it opened. I’ve got the certificate sat there with his name on it and I feel like greetin whenever look at it. He would have loved to know a part of him would live on amongst the bricks near Ibrox. It’ll be a bittersweet day for me when it finally opens.
If anyone remembers him raise a wee dram in his memory, along with Jim
Our family lost Ian McBeth this week, happily went on the Fallin bus home and away for as long as I know, until mobility issues stopped him a few years ago. His death was quite unexpected, I wish I had a Seville or a recent trip to remember but I’ve mainly got regrets. He gave me all my interests and he loved the Rangers more than anything after family. I only realised recently he was probably the biggest male influence in my life and I wish I’d told him how much he meant to me. I think I was embarrassed but whatever the stupid reason I’ll regret it forever.
I got his name put on the wall of the new museum but I never told him because I wanted to take him out for the day as a surprise when it opened. I’ve got the certificate sat there with his name on it and I feel like greetin whenever look at it. He would have loved to know a part of him would live on amongst the bricks near Ibrox. It’ll be a bittersweet day for me when it finally opens.
If anyone remembers him raise a wee dram in his memory, along with Jim