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Jan 21
My dad was a bus driver when I was a kid always a thrill when he'd take me out In his bus got me away from the house for the
day
Away from my abusive mother that dad was totally aware of I would sit behind the driver seat to watch my dad driving his bus
He was well liked by all passengers for dad was so kind and polite and helpful
to all
He would drive through all those quaint little villages to pick up all the regular passengers I was so proud of him
He was my dad and I missed so much when he passed away and at his funeral
I spoke and said If I had a chance of one more day I'd wish for one more ride on a bus with him such a wonderful father he
was
My dad was a bus driver he was so well liked by all his passengers always a pleasure he'd take me out with him for the day
Johnny walker
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Johnny walker  66/M/Grantham
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