Frederick Thomas Coulstock

Frederick is my real dad, i found out when i was 16.
I was very shocked and upset and then even more shocked and upset when i found out he is dead.
He got killed in a motorbike accident on the 15th December 1972, 8 days after i was born, he was only 29 years old, he was on the back of his friends motorbike.
He was killed instantly.
I always think about him, the what ifs if he was still here but its to complicated to go into.
All i have is 1 black and white photocopied picture of him on his motorbike,1 colour photo and a group photo of him with his motorbike friends, he is in the middle at the top.
I have no memories and i dont know where he is laid to rest.
This is something il never get over, i wish i knew my dad but i didnt.
I cant write anymore about you dad as i didnt know you and i dont know anything about you but i wish i did.
Rest in peace dad, i hope you can see my angels and i hope your looking after them for me.

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Please lite a candle or write a tribute to my dad, the dad i never knew
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A Poem

Suddenly, one dreadful day
An angel came from faraway
No signs or warnings, just made it brief
Left us all, full of grief
The pain and hurt that we all had
Was caused by angels taking my dad.

The things i never got to say
I'll say in prayer everyday
The little things we should have done
Were moments meant for everyone
But the memories kept locked in my heart
Will mean we're never apart.

So from you're daughter i'll say goodnight
And wai upon your flashing light
For when i see it passing by
I'll know your watching from the sky.

For my dad i never knew
I can only really think of you
Its a shame we never met
That is one of my lifes regrets.

For they never thought of how i'd feel
When im old enough to know bout you
So for now i'll just keep sending my love
Until we meet, in heaven above.

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