Inspirations From King Paddy

Everyone needs inspiration in life, whatever it is we’re doing, and we each find it in many differing ways. Some of us take inspiration from nature…a beautiful view, a towering mountain, for example. Others may get theirs from witnessing a selfless act of generosity or kindness. Others still may find inspiration from within, using their creativity and imaginations to get inspired to achieve whatever it is they are aspiring to.

I’d say that at one point or another I have utilized all of those methods to get inspired. But sometimes, while sitting here at my desk in Casa de Los Colibries, all it needs for me to stay motivated is to sneak a peek at this:

Steven Moore, Author 'I Have Lived Today.'

The chubby, white haired fella in these photos is Paddy, my dad. And his watch. That’s him on the ball, plodding through the mud at Walmer Road, Lowestoft.

Sadly, he died on January 2nd, 1995 aged just 52. His death, at an altogether too young age, was completely unnecessary; a **** of a doctor twice sent him away with ‘nothing more than a sore throat,’ and 2 weeks later he died because his infected throat had swollen so much he simply couldn’t breathe, thus, he suffocated to death. My dad was old school, and would only trouble the docs if it was serious. He knew it was. But the doctor was incompetent. Twice.

Tracheal Oedema, that’s what they called it.

A tragic f***ing disgrace, that’s what I call it.

Because I’ve been traveling all over the world so much, pretty much ever since that life changing event in ’95, I have very few of my dad’s belongings left. The house was sold. The car went. Mine and my brother’s inheritance was, shall we say, swiftly imbibed. There is a guitar he played badly, stored away back in England, and of course I have plenty of photos. More importantly, special memories.

He was a great, great man, though I didn’t ever appreciate him enough when I could have and should have. I’ve regretted that ever since, and it’s a burden I carry always. There will be more about this when I eventually finish my ongoing memoirs, to be published in approximately 2079.

The point is, that despite my atheist beliefs, one way or another I know that my dad is always with me, encouraging me, supporting me, and one quick glance at his watch, that I keep within sight at all times whilst I’m working, is all the inspiration I will ever need. My dad was never late. Nor shall I be.

Paddy was a man who got things done. Working class. No frills. Genuine. Honest. Success was measured in inducing smiles in others and providing for me and my younger brother as a single parent.

He was our King! And a King he always will be.

Thanks for the inspiration, dad. I hope me and Ian make you proud.

Steven Moore, Author 'I Have Lived Today.'

Steven Moore, Author 'I Have Lived Today.'

 

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10 Comments

  • September 21, 2014

    Louise (Willunga Wino)

    Beautiful to read of your dad as a source of inspiration.

    • September 21, 2014

      mogsaway@hotmail.com

      Thank you Louise.

      Yes, an inspirational man…just wished I’d have realized it before it was too late to tell him myself.

      Thanks for stopping by the blog, and I hope you come back again.

      I have a novel coming out soon…stay posted.

  • September 21, 2014

    Anne Klien ( Meanne)

    Very touching story. I think in someway I can relate to your story, life is too short and we should not take for granted those people around us.

    • September 21, 2014

      mogsaway@hotmail.com

      Thanks Anne.

      You’re absolutely right, we should never take anything for granted, and especially people.

      Thanks for stopping by the blog, and I hope you come back again.

      I have a novel coming out soon…stay posted.

  • September 21, 2014

    christine

    Aww that’s a sweet story

    • September 21, 2014

      mogsaway@hotmail.com

      Thank you Christine.

  • September 21, 2014

    Sarah

    “Never be late”…. some of the best advice one can give a child.

    • September 21, 2014

      mogsaway@hotmail.com

      Indeed. I don’t have kids, but if I did…

  • September 21, 2014

    kay dougherty

    A man who raised two sons on his own must have been a very strong man! I’m an theist too but also have a sense of my parents watching my sometimes – more my father than my mother. I bet your dad was always proud of you and still is. I had a former boss die of what sounds like pretty much the same thing about 20 years ago and he was 44 with 2 youngish kids. Doctors……ugh

    • September 21, 2014

      mogsaway@hotmail.com

      Hello Kay.
      Thanks for stopping by the blog.
      I know everyone has different feelings and beliefs, but that’s what I hope.

      Yes, doctors. Can’t live with them, can’t live without them??

      Cheers.