Love and
family
are the twin
tributaries that flowed into your heart
like a
braided river.
Somewhat of
a paradox, a sociable man
who often
preferred to be alone
on some
braided river,
basking in
the peace of the wilderness,
hearing only
the song of the birds
and the
gentle whirr of the fly line,
its nylon
whipping to that spot
where you
hoped the fish would rise.
Patience
comes more easily in
peaceful
surroundings,
but not so
easy waiting for the blessing
of grandchildren.
Like
awaiting the trout and salmon,
your
patience was rewarded
when the
spawning started.
Five
blessings eventually
and you
always said what a lucky man you were.
What you
would have been too modest to say
was that we
were all lucky too.
For you
filled all our lives with your love,
your boxing
tales
and your
big, generous heart.
POET'S NOTE: My father-in-law, Norris Hickey, died on Saturday 27 September 2014, after a protracted battle with prostate cancer. He was fortunate in that he died in his home where he had brought up his family for the past 40 years and his beloved wife and his much-loved four daughters were around his bedside when he breathed his last breath. RIP Norris.
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| Norris Hickey in 1998 at the Wedding of his second daughter Photo Credit: Bronwyn Evans |
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