My Father's memorial in the grounds of Newcastle Cathedral.
His name was H.R. Gillbert.
(He was so proud of the 'double ell'!)
Our family in earlier days.
Mollee, Mum, Dad and Me.
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My father and I were never close
He was a deeply religious man
And I was a frivolous disappointment.
A disappointment that was never hidden.
We found it difficult to converse at times.
I was my mother's daughter.
My father died
When I was heavily pregnant and in Africa.
I sent flowers.
I felt sad.
I knew something momentous had occurred.
But the purchase of a headstone
Never entered my mind.
On holday in England,
I went to visit his grave
With my cousin.
We could not find it!
The graveyard was unkempt,
My conscience smote me.
On my return to Australia
I dedicated a stone to his memory
In the Newcastle Cathedral grounds.
He would have been pleased.
He would be pleased
With this poem too.
That poem was heartfelt; this one is tongue-in-cheek: