Recently my Father passed away after a brief, but intense, battle with cancer. I am going to post the tributes we (His wife, children & grandchild) wrote for him. I say ‘Tributes’, and not ‘Eulogy’ as Tributes seems more fitting a word than Eulogy.
I am not going to say who wrote what, purely because I don’t think any of us, myself included, should get any credit. These words are here so that the tributes we made for him will last, and his memories will live on within the internet.
(1) When you’re a child, your parents are your entire world. And then you grow up, slowly losing sight of that fact. It’s not anybody’s fault that you do that – life gets in the way, and you lose sight of that childlike belief. I was the same. When I was a child, my dad was this amazing man who sang me to sleep with ‘Little White Bull’ and ‘High Hopes’, who beat me at arm wrestling, and let me and my brother beat him at wrestling. He was either ‘Big Daddy’ or ‘Dr Doom’ (Or ‘Dr Death’ I forget which) depending on if he was playing the good guy or bad guy. He was the guy who could make me laugh with ease, and was the pre-internet version of Google. When I was in trouble, I knew he could save me from it – unless I was in trouble with him, and then only my mum could save me!
He was the guy who sang in a deep baritone, who was the musical counterpoint to my mother, and who between them, instilled in me a love for great music. He was not only the person who showed me what it takes to be a great man, just by living his life – a warts n’ all life – triumphs and tragedies, Faults and Strengths. He also showed me that someone who doesn’t make mistakes doesn’t achieve anything. He was a man who would go out of his way to help you, and nothing was too much trouble.
He still is my hero, and he was our Dad.
(2) Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other
That we are still
Call me by my own familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way you always used
Put no difference into your tone
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed
At the little jokes we always enjoyed together
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was
Let it be spoken without effort
Without the ghost of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever was
There is absolute unbroken continuity
What is death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind
Because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you for an interval
Somewhere very near
Just around the corner
All is well.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost
One brief moment and all will be as it was before
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
(3) From the second I was born, my “Grandpa”, Peter, without a moment of hesitation or thought, stepped into the role of being my Dad. Willingly he took on that role and brought me up as his own.
Since that moment he became my rock, one of my closest friends and my worst critic.
When I was a child he attended every single one of my school shows, grinned and bared my singing and my first attempts on an instrument and my “rare” bile spewing moments about my Law tutor when I took Law!
Yes, he may not be here with me, us or anyone anymore, but I know he’ll keep his promises to all of us. He made several to me as I grew up; but these are 4 he told me…Such as being at my University Matriculation, My first Job, My Wedding (I Joke!), and some day my first child; He’ll always be with me every step of the way; telling me what to do or how to do something better, i.e. – His Way!
*Tad, noson dda. Hyd nes y byddwn yn cyfarod eto.
(Father, Good Night. Until We Meet Again.)
(4) What can be said about Pete that hasn’t already been said?? I met Pete, or at least started writing to him when I was 15, and he was 20…he was in Germany in the Army,….we had been writing on a regular basis for about a year when I finally met him…..He was nothing like I had imagined …he was tall….6 foot 3 I was short…4 foot 10 …he spoke with one’s plum in ones mouth…far too posh for Bewsey… that in itself caused panic…I was nothing like that…I remember running in to my mum asking her to get rid of him..…Mum and Dad’s reply was….. ”Give him the week-end you just might learn something”…..Learn something??,… I learned something in that week-end that lasted more than 46 years.. That he was fabulous company, he was funny, could be serious too when the need arose, he was intelligent, gifted with a dry sense of humour…saw the funny side to life…He was a protector…He later became an amazing dad to our kids, he couldn’t sing, couldn’t hold a note in a bucket, but that didn’t stop him from singing to his kids when they went to bed…he was an amazing husband… the things I “got away” with, he would just raise one eyebrow when he knew that I had overspent or did / said something wrong … he was an encourager…an amazing cook.. an organiser, ..I also learned much later that where DIY was concerned he wasn’t gifted…he took on several jobs…and didn’t finish one of them, hence his nick name of half-a-job-harry
He could be an old-fashioned strict disciplinarian with the kids, but each one respected him and accepted that what he said was law…if he was right, he stuck to his guns, if he was wrong he would… sort of…admit it with, “OK…we can’t all be right can we?”
He was gifted with the ability to put on accents, especially when reading a story to our 4 kids, he brought the story alive to them, he did the same with Ceinwen, then Esther, Alexis and in school with the children…he became all characters when he read and loved nothing more than passing on his passion of reading.
He could be a clown, a joker, a politician, a teacher, a preacher, a barrack room lawyer at times, a counsellor; each day with Peter was different…each day could be funnier than the previous one…I remember one night one of the kids had lost one of their toys that they took to bed….Peter searched for ages and wouldn’t give up until it was found…he then saw his chance and seized it with both hands…..when we went to bed, he sat up and wailed… “I want my Wabbit, I want my wabbit”…and carried on until all the kids were running around looking for a stuffed rabbit for him to go to sleep with!!…..Such was Peter, loved having fun with his kids, no matter what time it was…the apples of his eye…….good job it was school holidays… Years later, when Peter and I were ordained in London in 1991, as we knelt down to be prayed over; in such a solemn moment…Peter whispered “Did you bring my wabbit?” I did my best not to laugh but, couldn’t hold back my smile, even the minister when praying over us asked that we “keep the joy of the Lord” …. if only he knew…..
Peter was also a member of girl guiding…..he helped me, or did I help him? to run a Rainbow unit in Westbrook. He was supposed to help just for one night, but the girls wouldn’t let him stop, and he didn’t want to…that one night ended up him helping for over 10 years. It was “his” Rainbow unit and he thought the world of His little Rainbows.
Pete was a Chef in the Army and he was head cook and bottle washer at home….I loved nothing more than sitting down to one of his food concoctions…his lemon and lime chicken was one of my favourites… but the amount of time he took in the kitchen on Christmas Eve with the Turkey and pork and any other meat he cared to prepare, drove me mad…..but I never once complained when I was sat down to this gorgeous, out of this world, tasting meal on Christmas Day…food fit for a king….and that was Pete, unassuming, fun loving, family adoring, protective…He wouldn’t thank us if we said he was ”King” of the family,… but that is exactly what he was…Pete was king in his castle and our hearts and there he will remain…
(5) What can be said about my dad that the others haven’t already said? My dad was a strict man, but along with that he was also a very funny person….not sure he realised just how much he made people laugh. Please feel free to laugh, smile or even chortle at the following dad’isms’ because believe me dad will be laughing in heaven
Once while preaching he told the whole congregation that …….put him on his ass…pronounced arse!!!……he was a southerner so this was another name for a donkey to him, he couldn’t understand the shocked expressions as he looked up from his notes until mum explained it!!!
It was a quiet time in church when we suddenly heard a mooing sound…… it was dad starting one of his favourite choruses Majesty…..but it came out Moojesty!!!
If you came to the family home during certain times you had to be quiet!!…A very close family friend found this out when he arrived at Countdown time…. Dad ‘grunted’ his hello and Phil was told to be quiet until the programme had finished…. 30 mins of my dad calling the contestants wallys, idiots and several other names passed and Phil was then properly greeted by dad!!!!! This was also the case if you came when wrestling was on (he was a massive big daddy fan!!) or when NCIS was on…..and heaven help you if u dared to phone!!!
Dad said I was responsible for many boy bands breaking up…..Bay City Rollers, Bros, New Kids on The Block even Take That…..the reason I was responsible…because I liked them!!!!
And finally, dads final words to me (other than GO!!! Which he told me several times on the Wednesday & the Thursday he passed away) was ….YOU’RE GROUNDED, yep 41yrs old and grounded by my dad (for saying a bad word!!!) but I am happy to announce he grounded DARREN as well… result!!… Darren’s 1st time of ever being grounded and he’s 44!!!!
Bye dad we will all miss you loads & please God don’t make him head of DIY or Gardening as it will never get done and heaven would end up with lots of bits of wood that “could come in handy later”!!!
(6) It’s an old well worn saying that rings true when I say that Dad was my hero & Icon,other kids have footballers or singers that they look up to as they grow up,but I idolised my dad.
My dad was everything to me all the way thru my life, he was not only my dad, but my best friend, my confidante and my counsellor, he always there giving me advice (whether i wanted it or not!!) slowly nudging me along onto the right path.
He never judged me on the things I got up to, I remember when I started playing rugby, my dad came to my first match and beamed with pride when I scored in the corner, on the way home, my dads typical response was to say with a smile “but you could have scored two if you hadn’t been showing off!”
I remember when I had to finish my rugby career due to injury,my dads words of wisdom when he came to the hospital “go out on a high,leave them wanting more, never look back” – – Well Dad, you have certainly done that with us.
Dad was a fun man to be around, my brother and I constantly had wrestling matches with him, I remember i used to spend most saturdays with dad watching wrestling on the tv, this carried through even to my early twenties, mine and my Dad’s favourite wrestlers were “the undertaker” & “The Rock” Dad always used to tell me that the rock stole his raised eyebrow look, now I’m inclined to believe you Dad!
It was because of Dad that I got a love for all music but especially the Rolling Stones,it still makes me laugh to think of his infamous Mick Jagger impression, I will never forget the way that dad used to strike the pose, he would curl his lips, stick his bum out and strut around just like Jagger! I now know where I get it from!!
Dad was so proud when I told him that my wife was pregnant with our now 2 year old son, I often turned to him for advice, he was always there, lending an ear when I doubted myself.
Dad, I miss you so much it hurts, thank you for everything. There is a hole in all of our lives now that will never be filled, Thank you for showing me how to be a man & a good father like you were to us.