David
Young

So, last night, maybe against better judgement or perhaps in accordance with the best judgement I could muster, Iris and I cracked the Maccallan 25 in your honor. It was appropriate for as many reasons. It was the start of a tradition to be continued every 14 Oct until I take my last breath. Words cannot describe the love of a son for a father and I think you would argue as passionately as that of a father for a son. I have spent a lifetime emulating your quests. Today is the first day I make my way on my own. CR it is.

I love you.

Your Mug.

Unser Mitgefühl gilt den Hinterbliebenen. Das Redaktionsteam.