It hardly seems as if it could be a year ago that my Dad died. As time has passed, I find it easier to forget about the debilitating illness of his last few years, to remember him as he was for most of his life, unfailingly cheerful with a ready wit, always content with what he had, generous and caring.
I know very little about his childhood, he didn’t really speak of it other than a couple of tales which suggested he had the same streak of mischief I recognise in myself and my son. I know it was a big family, and I suspect it was tough, although the whole family were incredibly hard workers.
Life and expectations changed so completely during his 82 years, things that are commonplace and taken for granted now didn’t exist or were only for the super rich when he was born – TV, telephones, cars, air travel and much more – he adapted to all this change without it ever changing him. Back then it was rare for a family to move more than a few streets, now his children live in three different countries! I doubt that growing up he ever expected to enjoy trips to so many parts of Europe, or to spend a month on the far side of the world that was (after his family) probably the greatest experience of his life. Despite his illness, he never forgot that trip to New Zealand.
Dad never wanted more, more, more – he was a great example of someone who knew that happiness comes not from what you want, but from what you have, and he understood that the pleasure of giving always outlasts the pleasure of receiving.
He understood loyalty and dedication to family and friends throughout his life, and stayed with one employer for over 40 years. He helped provide a happy and stable environment to bring up his family and went out of his way to ensure they experienced diverse events from motor shows and test matches to Tutankhamen exhibitions. He took great pleasure in everything they did and achieved in life.
I believe he was a proud father, I was and am proud he was my Dad. He is remembered not just today, but everyday - his legacy lives on in memories, and in the sense of honesty, fairness and justice I try to bring into my life every day. I miss him, still, but I hope he is at peace.
Philip
March 10th, 2010 | Tags: memorial, Sid Soulsby | Category: Uncategorized |
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