Today, in case you live in a bubble, is Fathers Day. In our house my children are handing over a present and card to their Dad. We will cook a nice dinner for him, leave him in peace to watch the big match, and generally spoil him, as we should.
Over one hundred and eighty miles away, my mom and siblings will travel to leave a present with my Dad, in the form of flowers on his grave. I will spend the day, thinking of him. Wishing that, for just a while, I could spend a few short minutes with him. Wishing with all my heart that I could hear his soft Donegal accent speak to me once more. Wishing that I could sit and chat with him, be held by him and look at his face just one more time.
Because today I especially miss ” my aul man”.
So, just as I did last year I will post this song. It says it all really. In case some of you wonder, in Dublin many refer affectionately to their father as, “The aul fella” or “my old man”. It means father, not an elderly man.
My Old Man.
The tears have all been shed now,we’ve said our last goodbye’s,
His soul’s been blessed,he’s laid to rest,and it’s now I feel alone,
He was more that just a father,a teacher my best friend,
And he can still be heard in the tunes we shared,as we played them on our own.
I never will forget him for he made me what I am,
Though he may be gone memories linger on,
And I miss him,the old man.
As a boy he’d take me walking,through mountain field and stream,
And he’d show me things not known to kings,a secret between him and me,
Like the colours of the pheasent,as she rises in the dawn,
And how to fish and make a wish,beside the holy tree.
Ithought he’d live forever,he seemed so big and strong,
But the minuits fly,the years roll by,for a father and his son,
Then suddenly when it happened,there was so much unsaid,
No second chance to tell him thanks for everything he’s done.