Our Dad
Our Dad was the kind of man who picked up the phone with “ey up naahh”
The type that people described as kind, funny, generous, ‘salt of the earth’.
Our Dad was the kind of man that accepted and embraced, even when he couldn’t quite understand.
He learnt how to look after horses, sing musical songs, even a karate move or two.
Our Dad was proud of the people we were and we thank him so much for his role in shaping the grown-ups we have become.
If the last couple of weeks have taught us anything, it’s that our Dad meant many wonderful things to many different people.
Everyone loved our Dad, and so did we.
Our Dad believed that English people had superior hearing, because every time he spoke to someone whose first language wasn’t English, he would shout very slowly and use hand gestures so that they could hear.
Our Dad was the kind of man who really thought he was “the greatest dancer”,
With Tina Turner moves, stiff limbs and gyrating hips, he mesmerised us all with his moves.
So much so that everyone around him also thought that they too, were “the greatest dancer”.
Our Dad was the kind of man that sang songs without using lyrics, a bit like a ventriloquist, with pursed lips and gritted teeth, duhhhh-duh-duh-duhhhh and would get annoyed when we had no idea of the performance that was displayed before us.
As you can tell, our Dad made us laugh. Laugh so hard until we cried.
He was the bravest person we knew. His determination and warrior heart was nothing short of a miracle.
But our Dad also made us feel loved, feel safe, like we belonged.
Our Dad was the kind of man that always said “love you, take care”, right before he said goodbye.
I guess this is because our Dad always wanted to get the last word in, and usually he did.
But not this time Dad, it is us who get the last word. And what sad words they are.
We love you, we miss you, we’d do anything for you to moan at us one last time. Take care Dad, thank you…goodbye.
Karl Williams
22/10/2021
