Monday 29 October 2012

Of Teddy Boys and English Roses......

50 years ago today, or rather yesterday, a fresh faced Teddy Boy took advantage of a pure English rose.....no, hang on, got my dates mixed up. 50 years ago yesterday they got married. It was 50 years and three months ago that he took advantage of her, but I digress.

We are here today to celebrate an occasion that few couples getting married today can even contemplate, let alone hope for. Society in its wisdom has chosen to denigrate and lessen the importance of marriage and it has done so to its immeasurable loss. As a veteran of two marriages myself I know all to well that its hard and sometimes it ain't pretty. But that is its beauty and its reward. When my mum and dad got married they did so knowing that it would be for life. They didn't consider it to be a phase in their life, a temporary convenience, or even an opportunity to get a tax break, as so many do today. No, they signed on for life and that commitment was only cemented when my siblings and I came along. It was that gift of permanence, that promise of stability, that I am sure gave us, their children, a wonderful shield of ignorance and the gift of a happy childhood free from fear.

My Dad was a Guard on the railway when I was born in 1966; my mum already a stay at home mum with my elder brother Steven. I was followed by Sarah in 1967 and Simon in 1970. Four kids and a blue collar wage meant that money was not exactly flowing during our early years but if money was an issue it wasn't something we ever really knew about. Sure other kids had bigger toys and bigger houses but you know what, we never felt wanting. Railway passes meant we were able to take trips here there and everywhere, even to London to see the Queen. We had great family times and those trips are forever etched in my memory as I am sure they are in my brothers and sister's memory as well. Its amazing how vivid good memories can be. In fact I still recall riding 'Rankoutsider' to a second place finish in a Butlin's donkey derby, just managing to avoid slipping from the saddle I might add. Its a real shame that my future as a jockey was cut short by the du Kamp BMI genes.

The key thing is that my mum and dad gave us what every child deserves to have when growing up: fun, the freedom to learn, an absence of fear and above all the love and guidance we needed to make the transition from childhood to adulthood. They achieved this through sacrifice, by a commitment to family and by enveloping us with love, constant love, throughout our lives. They gave us strength, they gave us opportunity, they gave us great brains....but above all they gave us optimism. The optimism to take whatever life has throws our way and to turn it into the opportunity to succeed. What better gift can a parent give to their child?

I see these gifts every day in the way my brother Simon doesn't let life keep him down whatever the challenges he has faced. I see a man who oozes resourcefulness and ingenuity; a man who is an example to all that there is no reward if you give up. I look at the man he is and I hope that I have even a tenth of the goodness he brings to this world.

I see these gifts in my sister Sarah as she has balanced work and home commitments despite the most trying of times. A woman who embodies love, commitment and sprinkles all who meet her with a directness and a delicious sense of humour that just makes you smile. There was a period when Sarah and I didn't talk. I consider those lost years and I regret not having the courage to have avoided them. We live and learn.

I see these gifts in my brother Steven. As first born Steven was always a trail blazer, full of confidence, intellect and precociousness. He not only inherited his mothers eyes but also his mothers love of adventure. My mum sometimes keeps this side of her character hidden but man oh man she would put Sir Edmund Hilary to shame at times. This wonderful trait has allowed all of her children to look at life with awe and wonder, always ready to grab the world by the neck and experience all it has to offer.

I also see these gifts in myself. They have made me a better man and a better parent.

Last Christmas my sister gave us all the most wonderful gift. Unbeknownst to the rest of us she had converted our old cine film onto DVD and copies of the DVD lay under our Christmas trees. I hadn't seen these movies for over 20 years and they brought back such wonderful memories. The fact that I could now share them with my own children made it even more special. When I was younger I looked at these films with the eyes of a child. Now older I saw them through an adults eyes, a parents eyes. What I saw were two young people so in love with each other and above all their children. I saw sacrifice, I saw love, I saw family and I saw hope. In fact I saw everything that I want to give to my children.

There was a time in my life that I fought tooth and nail not to be like my Dad. I guess that's a rite of passage for any son. That's a hard thing to do when you find yourself growing to look like him physically everyday but I toiled daily. That all changed recently though when I came to realize that all of the things that I have come to love about myself were actually given to me by my parents, and especially my father. My love of adventure, my intellect, my optimism, my communication skills, my goofiness........the desire to be the best Dad that ever walked the earth. Now I look at my father through different eyes. Eyes now that can look past the annoying little habits and focus on the Man, the man I am proud to call my Dad, the man I am also proud to call my Brother.

There is an old saying that says behind every good man is a great woman. Some might see that as a little sexist these days, I view it differently. My Mum is the rock of our family. Quiet and unassuming to many, she has always been, and will always be, our strength, our fountain of love and the best mum anybody could hope for. She brings compassion, love, sacrifice and a wisdom that is amazing. The fact that our mum chose motherhood over conquering the world is something I will forever be grateful for.

Today is their day. Today we celebrate them. Today we celebrate family. Today we celebrate optimism. Today we celebrate love.

I therefore would request that you all be upstanding and join me in a toast to the happy couple.
To Mum and Dad, To Grandma and Grandpa, To Philip and Jennifer, To Fluff and Jenner.

50 years in the bag!

Monday 22 October 2012

Heroes

We all have our definition of what a hero (or heroine) is. For some the images of first responders rushing towards the Twin Towers encapsulates all that it means to be a hero. Or maybe its a group of passengers bringing down a plane to save many lives but, in doing so, sacrifice their own. Maybe its the single parent who struggles to shield his or her child from the realities of life on the poverty line. I don't think anybody would disagree that somebody like Terry Fox deserves the title of hero. A man who led by example despite suffering from the very disease he sought to cure.

Sports stars of course come to mind, as do pop stars and film stars, but maybe their hero status owes more to adulation than true respect and sacrifice. Don't get me wrong, many of these people have tremendous talent and have achieved much, but even the most star struck person would find it difficult to truly compare their feats with heroism.

Heroism to me is born out of adversity. It requires sacrifice, it requires unfathomable stamina, it requires persistence and it requires love. Sacrifice to release the person from self concern, stamina to keep going when giving up would be so much easier, persistence to hold firm to truth, and love to feed the soul. Sometimes the hero will take centre stage, sometimes they will remain in the shadows, their sacrifice and achievements visible only to the few. Whatever their prominence their actions and achievements are always witnessed by God and will always be rewarded, be it in this life or the next.

I wrote this blog specifically so that I could recognize two people in my life who so richly deserve the title of hero. As with true heroes they would never consider themselves to be one. That's the thing with heroes, they never see the wonder that we see in them. To them they are just living their lives.

My first hero is a guy who for the last year has been fighting stomach cancer. People fight cancer all the time so you may be wondering what makes this guy a hero? He is my hero because in the face of an uncertain future he has continued to live his life with grace, has remained staunch in his love and belief in family and has continued to give of himself even when his body has faltered. I have watched from afar as he has battled this demon and refused to let it better him. Not one to steal the limelight he has continued to be a rock for his family and a true hero in every way. I salute you Ian.

My second hero is a lady of invention, a lady who just gets things done whatever the obstacle. Nothing is allowed to stand in her way and she will do whatever it takes to keep her family safe. Along the way she has tutored lawyers in law, doctors in medicine, bureaucrats in how not to f@ck everything up. She has sacrificed her body and health with long days at work followed by even longer nights at home. She has educated herself in all that she has needed to know to get the job done, however complicated that was. Throughout these toils she has made sure that she has been there for her son, providing him with a childhood free of worry, a shielding boom from the ills no child should know about, let alone face. She is an amazing person and my life is immeasurably better because she is in it. Her heroic feats may go unnoticed to the world but they are not shielded from my sight and I salute you too Aimee.

There have been other heroes in my life: men and women that have fought (and died) for my freedom; my Mum and Dad who brought me up in an environment that bred optimism and kindled love. I am sure that there will be others in the future. But today I honour Ian and Aimee for all that they are, for all that they have taught me, and for adorning this world with grace, dignity, love and honour......for reminding me every day what it means to be a true hero.

Ride of Deceit

You welcomed me with open arms
And immediately spun your lies,
Forgotten images of reality past
Love borne of a spiders web.

I succumbed to hope,
Gave in to love,
Sacrificed my inner self.
You took all that glimmered,
All that shone from my heart
And put it on the shelf.

You sucked me in,
Played off my knight,
Took me on a ride of deceit;
But the devil cannot hide
Her crimes of love,
Truth will always beat.

And as time passed
I sunk even deeper
Into the mire of a love betrayed.
I lost sight of me,
Gave in to you,
My soul it overpaid.

You sucked me in,
Played off my knight,
Took me on a ride of deceit;
But the devil cannot hide
Her crimes of love,
Truth will always beat.

As the debt amassed,
As the burden grew
And my heart lost its soulful way.
You just roamed the surf,
Finding lovers at every turn,
And I was drowning as you played.

Losing sight of who I was,
Scrambling for the light,
Fingers scraping as footholds gave,
Fighting the descent of night.

You sucked me in,
Played off my knight,
Took me on a ride of deceit;
But the devil cannot hide
Her crimes of love,
Truth will always beat.

And then things changed,
I chose to grab the light,
Chose to scale the face of hope,
Chose to fight for right.

I reached inside
And found the strength
To conquer all the pain.
Reached the peak,
Stood proud and tall,
My love and power regained.

You sucked me in,
Played off my knight,
Took me on a ride of deceit;
But the devil cannot hide
Her crimes of love,
Truth will always beat.

Sunday 7 October 2012

Let Down

Let down when it counted,
Left to fend alone.
Left to shoulder way too much,
The heart no longer home.

Vaulted to a downward slope,
Your burdens shunned as one.
Made to grow up way too fast,
Let innocence be gone.

Forced to tip toe, duck and swerve
Always hoping for the lull.
Fearful of the next reverse,
Never knowing who'll pay the toll.

Guilty all, no slate of white,
No purity of heart.
No excuses worthy of acceptance
For a life that's torn apart.

We let you down, no ifs or buts,
The veil of protection dented.
Innocent victims of a civil war,
All for adult feelings vented.

And where to now? How do I kindle
The warming flames of constant?
How do you fight without the pain
And leave your hurting dormant?

I can't pretend to know the answer,
But promise I for certain,
To practice all to keep you safe,
Your father, guardian and warden.