|an ironic portrait of my father when he was at Art School in the 1960s|
My mother, sisters, nephews and niece marked the anniversary by floating little paper boats on the river Thames - much as we had done after the funeral ten years ago. I am sad not to have been there with them and so I decided to dedicate this post to my Dad instead - a 21st century memorial.
As an artist, film editor and teacher my father influenced many lives. A big man, both physically and intellectually, he loved being surrounded by people, especially his family, and engaging in lengthy discussions about, well everything and anything. He truly relished his children's accomplishments and had an amazing capacity to make people feel really good about themselves. He was a conspicuous consumer - loved to shop, loved gadgets, loved music (he would have loved iPods and iPads if he had lived long enough). He was a talented painter, he met my mother at Twickenham Art School, and I have a couple of his paintings here which I look at every day and think of him.
Fortunately, before his death, he was able to visit us here in Australia a number of times, building a relationship with my children and getting a sense of the amazing people they are turning into as they emerge from childhood. He introduced my son to chocolate (very dad) and he called my daughter his 'wibbly' because he thought she was so full of personality and so funny.
Like anyone there were times when he was down and we certainly had our fair share of terrific quarrels. But, that's what happens when you truly live life, your narrative will have it's dramatic moments before the curtain finally closes.
'til next time ...