Not so much a story as thoughts and memories. I was too young to remember most of the stories Allan told about growing up. I remember the Camero though - Cherry Red.
Allan had a great knack for sharing stories - and they were always funny - even after hearing them for the 50th time. They never got old because he was able to tell them as if they happened just yesterday. Getting whacked over the knuckles by the Nuns at school, getting hauled out into the hall way and sent to the principles office, my sister Terry "pushing him through the front window" (although she denies this), and lots of other child hood stories too numerous to share.
I got to see Allan at my mom's on the Tuesday before he died. I am so grateful that I went to the house that day and shared some stories about our late father. Had I known it was going to be the last time I saw him, I would have stayed much longer. I will miss you Allan, more than you probably will ever know. You will always be my "big brother". Love "The Gweneth".
