The way that my Dad was in the world inspires me on a daily basis. He was so true to his values and in turn valued all of those around him and made them feel loved ants special. A couple of months ago during an embodied movement practice, I felt his presence very strongly as did the other participants and I wrote the following poem straight after the session.
My Dad was the sort of man
who talked about his feelings
He taught me that to name my emotional experience was a human right
and this was the most important gift
I have ever received
or ever will.
My Dad was the sort of man who listened more than he spoke
who gave more than he took
and who lit up a room through the humility of his presence.
When I was a skinny, spotty sixteen year old squirming…
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