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.
That spark! That flash!
That light from the dark...
That stream of inspiration
and energy that flows so fast...
That moment of conception...
That shockwave and expansion
of the internal explosion...
That rush to capture that which
you know is significant...
That immediate change
that runs rampant like a fire
and effects everything
like a solar flare from the Sun...
That pulse-racing, breathtaking,
eye-opening idea that comes
to an artist seemingly from out of nowhere,
like a bolt from out of the blue,
can feel like a miracle from heaven
or from a higher dimension -
because the colours that it paints the world with
can seem too incredible to be real...
when an artist who uses words to create their art
feels themselves being pulled along
by an idea's wave and riptide
they can experience an almost
inconceivable soul-fulfilling ascension
that might be described as a writer's high.
