That was Clint Eastwood in Dirty Harry.
Seems awfully dated, doesn’t it and isn’t the sort of Make My Day Lisa had in mind when she challenged us with her Bite Sized Memoire
It Made My Day
She was looking at those joyous moments when something brings out a smile or uncontrolled giggles that stay with you for pretty much always.
Being married for 30 years (and dating for 7 before that) there are a fair few made-my-day moments with and about the Textiliste.
As a parent there are so many moments when something happens to make your day: their achievements, their meeting challenges, their own surprises. Sometimes big ones: graduations, student elections, winning a prize, scoring a goal, winning a place at uni, running a half marathon. Sometime they are small. Lying on a bath mat and giggling at the cat. An unexpected hug.
This blog has often had me turning back in time, to my relationship with my father. So, rather than children or spouse it is to the old bugger we turn for a story. Here goes:
I took my time discovering the joy of sport, or participating. At 11 rugby appeared and being a big lump they put me in the team. Even if, then, I couldn’t catch or pass or run, I could lean better than most. Dad, a rugby lover from childhood was pleased and came to watch. He didn’t hide his disappointment that all I did was amble from one scrum to the next and lean. He cajoled, berated me from the touchline. At 13 I went to a new school – rugby was played from 15 on. I shrank, relatively, and found hands and muscles. I moved to the backs. We played at weekends only in the sixth form. Dad came to see my first team debut at fullback – a 51-0 thumping. ‘Possibly not the worst fullback display ever’ was his opinion. He missed other games: one day the car caught fire, another Mum broke her toe before he left home. At last, just before Christmas he came to see the first XV versus the Old Boys. School hadn’t won for over ten years. We pulled it off 6-4, and I made a last ditch tackle at full stretch in the 79th minute. When I stood he was applauding. No words needed.
A few weeks ago I had a cracking Make My Day moment when the Lawyer suggested we fill the last remaining three weeks of his break before the next part of his course with a boys’ trip (the Textiliste and Vet have academic commitments). It didn’t take long to pick New Zealand so in just over one week I will meet the son and (he hopes) heir in the Land of the Long White Table Napkin. Not sure about the posts but I’m sure there will be a few.
Finally, the other day, I watched TV programme about Queen. One song struck me as appropriate. It was the last they made, when Freddie Mercury knew he was dying from Aids. He could barely stand making this but his sentiments were rock solid: he had lived life to the full and despite the imminence of the end he still managed to love. That thought, that even at the end love will out and will not stop made me smile. I hope I can be that sanguine. That thought, though, made my day. Thank you Freddie. RIP.