My dad, Peter Smith, known as Jas, survived a gas explosion in September 1993 but succumbed to the extensive burns two months later.

At the time, I was only 13 years old. We flew out to Malta after the accident but had to return to Dundee, Scotland after three weeks.

When he died, my mum (his ex-wife) could not afford to fly me out to the funeral. The government would not repatriate him as he had died without a will and had lived in Malta for more than 10 years.

All these years later, I am desperately trying to find the paupers’ grave where my dad was interred. I tried in 2005 and was put in contact with a man named Tony Camilleri (who, I believe, may have been a funeral director but who certainly had been friends with my father). He wanted to get details of the plot so I could arrange to visit Malta, which I still see as home in a way. Sadly, he fell ill. I did later manage to contact his son, of the same name, who told me his father would be unable to help due to his illness.

I desperately wish to find someone who may have known my father and who may know the location of where he was buried.

It was an agonising loss, particularly knowing it was not a pain-free and peaceful passing. I never had the chance to say goodbye or pay my respects. After 25-and-a-half years I would like the chance to visit my father’s grave to say goodbye.

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