If you could choose anyone, past or present, and walk that proverbial mile in his or her shoes, who would you choose, and why would you choose that person?
I would choose to walk in my dad’s shoes.
To get to know my dad’s mum, would be great. I never did know my grandparents, and she sounded like a formidable woman. Married twice, she pretty much brought up her kids alone. My grandfather died when my own dad was five years old.
She was an amazing woman, taking in washing to help feed, clothe and look after her children. I don’t have a photograph of her, but I wish I did.
My dad was the bravest man I know. He was a paratrooper in the second world war. I used to sit with him, and ask him stories about his part in the war. He would often say, he did what he had to do. He told me of battles, and when I was young I could recite them word for word. Yet he was so gentle, and I remember him fixing a robin’s wing. Keeping the little thing safe in a nook, by our back garden.
He died when I was seventeen, but there isn’t a day goes by when I don’t think of him. A kind, gentle, man, who listened to all of our problems, without making judgements. He never bore a grudge, and would protect his loved ones without thought.
When we lost him, it was like the world went quiet.
That is why I would walk in his shoes, to be there for every milestone he walked in.