Courage, Dear Heart

Me and dad at Bournemouth Pier in 1995

Me and Dad on Bournemouth Pier in 1992

 

My Dad was an exceptional man, speaking of him in the past tense feels very strange.

My parents’ marriage broke down when I was 5, before my father became a ‘film star’.  Our lives moved far apart; I was living a relatively normal life in Devon and he was attending premiers around the world and making films in exotic locations. Visiting him, I often felt like ‘Alice Through The Looking Glass’, an ordinary girl briefly entering his extraordinary world.  Even so, I always knew that my father was proud of me; he came to my exhibitions, and filled his home with my paintings

Being the daughter of someone as famous as my Dad can often be surreal and bizarre.  To walk down the street and see your Dad’s face plastered across the side of a bus is a weird experience I can tell you! Plus, nobody wants to see their dad having sex or being killed, but I often had to experience it in his films, sometimes at the same time! There is a scene in ‘The Secret Agent‘ that makes me very uncomfortable indeed.

My experience has been that death has the power to dispel all that comes between us.  I tried to see Dad as often as I could at the end. In the last days that I spent with him, I held his hand, said I loved him, and told him he was the best.  I know this made us both happy.  These moments I treasure, and I wish I had more of them.

I am immensely proud of everything that my Dad achieved.  He was an incredible force, powering his way through life, wielding his charisma and charm.  When I use certain phrases like ‘it’s all going wonderfully well’, or I catch my face in an expression that reminds me that I am my father’s daughter, I feel he is with me.

I awoke the morning after he died, and realised that this is the first day of the rest of our lives without him in it.  It is hard to accept that we won’t see him, give him a hug, or make him smile again.

This morning I heard Dad’s voice in a C.S. Lewis quote. I sent it to my brothers, Alex and Jack, and my sister Rosa, so that they might hear it too.

“Courage, dear heart”

3 thoughts on “Courage, Dear Heart

  1. Your father was a very nice, kind man, someone who if you met him you would want to be friends with him. He was also the best actor out there.

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