I can easily find out by scrolling back to my posting of the photos of his gravestone.
One year - maybe more - I came out to Corfu and, mid all the festivities and carousing, never even thought of visiting the cemetery ... and it was Dad's slogging toil over the years that *paid* for the house and all our good times.
I remembered on the flight back and it rather depressed me how thoughtless I can be.
Feckless, rather.
PS: I did have the date right ... still, no excuse for vagueness.
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