I’m here with the Cubs in the UK, spending the last of what has been a rather epic whole six weeks aways from the Sydney shores, that I love so much. And as those cheeky cubs of mine, maul their gorgeous Grand parents and tease and nip their old Grandpa’s mane, once again, I am absolutely blown away, by the concept and wonder of legacy. So here in a little cluster of words, is my way of saying Happy Birthday to a man I will always love and thank you to the amazing two, who’s son will never be forgotten!
It’s the eve of a birthday shared by both father and son and a day, that whilst was once filled with the raucous celebration of life, is now the annual and mighty endurance of two adoring parents, who’s baby boy died far too young.
And as the days lead up to the memory of his birth and the magnificent hour that their little birthday boy was born, I watch as the pain spills out in plenty.
This year however, the air is thick and warm with love and their heavy tears are caught like little melted snow flakes, under that watchful eye of the delighted young, who know, with a wisdom that is far beyond their years, that sadness, sorrow and joy, are nothing more than the shades of love and the seasons of life.
Happy Birthday gorgeous men!
Below is what Andy’s mum handed me and shares so profoundly of who she is.
He is gone…
You can shed tears that he is gone
Or you can simply smile he has lived
You can close your eyes and pray that he will come back
Or you can open your eyes and see all that he left
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see him
Or you can be full of the love that you shared
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday
You can remember him and only that he is gone
Or you can cherish his memory and let him live on
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what he would want, smile, open your eyes, love and go on…
-David Harkins 1981