In this episode, I talk about my Dad – who sadly passed away on the 8th of December 2022 – and what it was like recently delivering the eulogy at his funeral and hearing him described by those who knew him as “a legend”.
In this episode I share my poem “My Hero” that I wrote for my Dad, David William George Hastings, and posted on my website http://MarkThePoet.Me for my Dad’s 71st on the 6th January, 2020. My Dad sadly passed away on the 8th of December and my poem “My Hero” is dedicated to him… because he will always be my hero.
There was no one like my Dad...
there is no one like my Dad,
and there never will be anyone like him...
my Dad was the kindest,
my Dad was the most giving,
my Dad was the most generous,
my Dad was the most loving man there ever was,
and because of who he was
those who were fortunate to know him
and to have met him could never forget him...
my Dad was one of a kind...
my Dad was always thinking about others
and doing things for others...
my Dad had the most amazing smile
and he had the most hypnotizing
and the most beautiful bright-blue eyes...
my Dad woke up every morning,
he looked out his bedroom window
as the sun began to rise,
and though at times it was a struggle for him
because of what life had put him through,
he got up and put one foot in front of the other
and he effortlessly was the best friend,
the best brother, the best husband,
the best father the world has ever known...
my Dad was there for me all my life...
my Dad will always be my greatest
source of inspiration, strength,
and he will always be my hero...
my Dad and I shared so much together -
but I would give anything
to have more time with him,
to do more things with him,
to talk to him and to hear him say to me:
"Do your best" - which was something
that he used to say to me
and which will always stay with me
every day from morning till night...
life will never be the same again,
but not a day will go by when
I will not think of my Dad,
when I will not miss my Dad,
when I will not love my Dad,
when I will not do my best for my Dad;
but, to be honest, I know, and I can feel,
that he is still with me, that he is still with us -
because he was the best man there ever was
and I am the luckiest son ever
to have had the world's best Dad.
In this episode I reshare my poem “David’s Magic” from my book ‘The Dreamer and The Dream’ in memory of my Dad, David William George Hastings. Love you always and forever Dad. You will always be my hero and my inspiration.
The man at the window
looks out at the world...
the man at the window doesn't move,
nor does he say a word...
the man at the window
thinks about the present
and reflects upon the past...
the man at the window
remembers a time when things
and people moved slower
and wonders why nowadays
things and have to fly past so fast...
the man at the window
observers life in all its infinite forms...
the man at the window
thinks about his family alive and deceased
every night when he watches the sunset
and every morning when he watches the dawn...
the man at the window
has done so many things over his life,
but now he would much rather rest...
the man at the window
has been there for countless people
and no matter what he has always done his best...
the man at the window is not being nosey -
the man at the window is taking his time
to breathe in the light of the day and to daydream...
the man at the window keeps watch
over the comings and the goings of his street -
whether that is the airplanes
that fly in the sky above
or the cars that drive by on the road below...
yes, there is a very special person
watching the world and continuing to stay hopeful -
and they are the man at the window.
Mark The Poet 