EulogyA Poem by NevilleMy Dad's the handsome young man sitting on the nose of a Hurricane in the top left of picture!Eulogy For my Dad Brian
‘Dick’ Pettitt 08.06.1932 " 21.06.2012 ‘There are some men who should have mountains To bear their names through time Grave markers Are not high enough or green’ (Leonard Norman Cohen) My Father was such a man Who else could manufacture
laughter And weave pure joy From mist, from smoke, from
pain From tears, from absolutely nothing? But then My Father had the strongest
arm and heart Of any man I have ever known He was sensitive, compassionate Practical and brave All those who ever met with
him Acknowledged these
characteristics But neither they nor anyone
here today Are aware that my Father Once gave my new shoes from
off my feet To Kevin Brett When I was only eight years
old Because he had nothing on his feet
at all It has since taken me thirty
years or more To come to terms and
understand his motives But that was my Dad you see He always got things done Quickly and squarely In a fair and uncomplicated
manner So don’t expect these words to
be perfect Or to fill the page of your
own individual broken heart Nor to interrupt your mourning These are my words which
reflect my thoughts And although you are welcome
to share them For a moment in time They are nothing more than
that And you must arrive at your
own conclusions If you have not done so
already Most importantly these words
do not come close To adequately represent The very pulse of life and
love my Father had for life itself That many of us here I know Have invariably felt and seen And now more than anything
else I am truly envious of God Because I know that should he
ever need a friend Or a problem solving A boat building Or a motorbike
maintaining And countless other things
besides Then he no longer has very far
to look at all And since we are now each left
with individual memories of him I find myself at every
opportunity trying to remember special things like when He took me to the very top of
‘Chimney Rock’ on his shoulders And showed me that secret
place Where he once carved my
mothers name many years before I also remember him lifting a JAP
outboard engine From the bottom of a river bed
and raising it above his head like Bobby Moore once held the world cup in 1966
in triumph And so many other things In conclusion then As far as I am concerned My Dad has gone on a scouting
trip To check if the other side Is all that its cracked up to
be And so dear friend If we don’t hear from him for
a while We shall know that it’s okay Don’t worry about the three bells when you arrive I know you are
in safe hands Peace Now & Love Always N x © 2019 NevilleAuthor's Note
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Added on March 30, 2013Last Updated on June 21, 2019 AuthorNevilleGone West folks....., United KingdomAboutSometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..Writing
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