Goodbye dad, see you soon no doubt.
my mother and father when they were 18 years old
Cant believe it is almost a whole year since my dad’s death, August the 5th to be precise, where does it go too?
He was 67, the same age as his dad when he died.
I remember when I was a kid, my parents would say to me, school is the happiest days of yourlife, enjoy it while you have it, cos when you get older, time goes by so quick, and all of a sudden its gone, how right they were.
Seems like not so long ago, my parents suprised my brother and I with two new bikes, which were hidden behind the sofa in our living room, a chopper and tomahawk, two purple coloured bikes with the rear wheel bigger than the front. The chopper, which was for Tony my brother had three gears, mine the tomahawk, the baby version of the chopper was for me.
We waited eagerly until my dad assembled the bikes together, once assembled, that was it, there was no stoppping us, bit wabbly at first, didnt even need stablizers. My dad would follow us around the garden, holding the back of the bike, making sure we dont fall, or probably, making sure we dont trash the rose bushes or kill the gold fish, or even worse, run over our old english sheep dog, Daisy.
As we got older, Tony progressed to a racer, I inherited his chopper… why on earth was it called that? then eventually, I think my mum thought it was time I got something new instead all all my brothers hand me downs, so she took me out to the bike shop which was on the bridge near my house, told me to choose any bike.. I picked the BMX, ET Kuwarah, aptly named because it was the bike used in the ET movie.
From there, fashion, I became a make-up covered new romantic, my brother a soul boy, something like that anyway, out went the BMX.
Tony worked as a hairdresser, I got fired as one, he worked as a builder, I signed on, Tony having love life crisis, i was never home, the thing about my parents, they never said we couldnt go out, never tried to ground us, the only thing they did say was, if your not coming home, call anytime, just to let us know where you will be. I think that is the best thing a parent can say to their kids.
My parents knew all my and my brothers friends, my house, or should I say, my room was the local smoking hole, I started smoking from a young age, my snitch brother would always catch me and grass me to my mum, as soon as the bloody cigarette touched my lips my brother would come around the corner, not good.
So after realizing I wouldnt stop smoking, my mum, against my dads will let me smoke in my room, not the house, but my room, hence the local smoking hole, all my friends would pile round with their ten bensons or embassy and fill my small room with smoke, anyone who entered would be welcomed by a huge cloud of smoke.
In 1987 we all moved to Mallorca, from there my parents started a building business which myself and brother worked. In the evenings I was working as a dj, in the days, a builder, with two or less hours sleep a night, thank God the summers were short. Managed four years of it before I left Mallorca, then decided to grow up and follow my ART!
we had some good times there, my parents bought this shitty little house, which over the years, 22 to be exact, they transformed it into their dream house, with a typical English garden and finally after years of having this gigantic hole dug out, the pool was finished, well almost anyway.
I was designing some poppies out of the mosaic tiles, my mum didnt want the typical tacky mosaic dolphin or unicorn plastered on the bottom of the pool, so as she loves popppies, I ordered a pile of red, orange and black mosaic tiles and designed poppies which were to be placed one by one on the side of the steps.
I didnt manage to finish the poppies, so my brother had to finish it for me. I saw my parents a few times after this, but for some reason every time I visited them, it was winter, I never got to swim in the pool with my dad, I did see pictures of him in it though, with about 2 feet of water.. funny.
My dad died when I was on my flight from Malaysia to London, didnt manage to say goodbye, but he knew I was coming.
I miss him, we all miss him, silly sod xxx
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