Friday, 22 April 2011

More of my dad

Posted by Tania Kindersley.

21st April 21-1


You know how they say that grief takes people in different ways? I always thought that was a little bit of nonsense. Until I found myself wanting to put up pictures of my dad, riding over fences, with his teeth gritted.

I remember that look of absolute determination. I put them here, because I want them to be remembered. I want him to be remembered.

There are people in the world who will say: what are you doing? I say: I want the recollection of a man at his cussed, booted best. I want that to stand. I want it to be marked that he was a fellow of tremendous physical courage. I want to remember that there was a time, in my twenties, when every single cab driver in London knew his name, because they had won money on him. There is a glorious, irrational part of my mind which says: if the cab drivers know your name, then you must be all right.

1 comment:

  1. Wonderful. I'm so sorry about your father's passing (my own dad died seven years ago today), but it's lovely that you're sharing him and his legacy with us through this medium, on this personal level.

    Sending wishes for peace and healing for you and your family -


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