I remember when the schools would break up and I’d collect you both from school, very excited to be facing those long six weeks away from school. We’d try to fit something in most days when I had leave from work, beach, fishing, kite flying, trips off etc. Then there were times when we went abroad trips in the camper and camping. Fun days so I expect you will be looking forward now to the break but perhaps not doing what we did then as you are so much older now. In any event I hope you enjoy whatever it is you have planned and come back refreshed for your new challenges having both left school now you’re 16 and 18. My thoughts will be with you as always, all my love, Dad.
Do you both remember when we used to go kite flying at Allonby? You had a yellow kite with a huge long tail Mogs, that you got the hang of and yours was a stunt kite Kee, that was a bit more difficult to handle and used to come crashing down. I would go back and forward between you both, getting them airborne again. Don’t know what happened to the yellow kite but I still have the stunt kite whenever you fancy flying it again. We would finish with an ice cream from Twentymens just to round things off on those hot and windy days. xx
With love to all my children on Fathers Day, Jordan, Declan, Keenan, Morgan, Rosa and Pip, you are the joy of being a Father. I’d like to dedicate the following to you:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
Hello Kee and Mogs,
I expect you will be nearly through your exams now and probably feeling a mixture of stress and anticipation of the end and the desire to do well. These are all emotions to be expected and I hope you are coping well with this and can channel that nervous energy into getting the job done. If you can set aside your looking to the future and focus on the exam in the present this would be best use of your energy. Strong desire to do well will only distract you from achieving a good outcome. So my thoughts and love are with you during this time, stick in and don’t be too hard on yourselves.
We used to have a very large Camper van or mobile home which I used to use to take you camping. One afternoon after having packed it all up ready for departure I’d left Morgan on her own playing in it. Unbeknown to me you had picked up a strip of travel sickness pills and were chomping your way through them when I found you. Probably just a precaution but when I took you to A&E rather than spending a night on a pleasant camp site we both spent all night on the children’s ward whilst you were being observed!
Hi Kee and Mogs,
do you remember the sunny days when we used go off and do things? I was thinking back to when I used to take you fishing usually at Workington or Whitehaven, the first time I think was with Dec and Jord came once too. We all caught fish but my abiding memory is of how many Morgan used to catch. One particular day at Whitehaven there was a fish caught every time almost you cast out your line, I can remember being amazed and amused by this.
If it was (To Morgan)
If it was that it was later
And time had come to pass,
Then she would know I did not forsake her
Or broke her heart like glass
If it was that I could make her
See that I just couldn’t stay,
That I could do nothing further
And leaving was the only way
If it was that I were stronger
Then I may be with her still
I tried to last a little longer
But each passing day made me ill.
If it was she could see through
The web that’s spun around her eyes
She’d see that which is true
And not believe those hateful lies.
If it was that I could tell her
That it wasn’t her made me leave
It became too much to stay there
The truth she’ll come to believe.
If it is that I’ll not call her name
For the rest of my waking days
Then please tell her she’s not to blame
It’s not the error of her ways.
If it is that I can’t get to show
That my heart did not grow weary
Then please I pray let her know
Just how much I love her dearly.