A grand story
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:12pt; a stereotypical Aussie male I grew-up not really knowing what feelings were, and what I did know I was unable to express. This story is like personal therapy; an exploration, – allowing myself to feel emotions, attempting to understand different emotional states, and also be able to express them. It is a wonderful experience, very freeing, to be able to clearly communicate what is on my mind and in my heart. I came to a realisation some time ago, (during a WHOLEVIEW weekend workshop) that speaking from my heart, or saying how I felt, can be very powerful & potent and easier to be heard than simply speaking my mind. Saying what’s on my mind can be important, but I need to be thoughtful, considerate and aware of how I feel about what I am saying. This may make it easier for the people listening to hear, understand and comprehend what I am saying, openly without fear or judgement.
When my grandfather died, I knew how I felt and what I wanted to say.
So, I wrote a tribute to be read at his funeral.
MY GRANDDAD; BY, SIMON CHONG.
Ever since I was a young child I have had a huge feeling of pride, and respect about this wonderful silver haired gentlemen. A strapping honest man who I always considered to be a tall pillar of strength and dignity. Someone I looked-up to and measured myself with. I remember referring to him in conversation as “The Man From Snowy River”, without the snow. I still don’t know much about Banjo’s legendary story, but a lot of what I do know came from my granddad. I fondly recall many family gatherings where granddad would share his droving stories and resight poems by Patterson Lawson etc. This always warmed me and drew me into a world so foreign and yet so familiar. I loved listening with great wonder and respect to the stories of my grandfather and his droving days and his time in the bush. To me my grandad will always be every bit a legend as the one he so fondly read about by Banjo Patterson.
I have fantastic loving memories of the time my grandparents spent with me and my family in our home.
loved them dearly.
hope the respect and admiration and honour I have for both of them was known to them and remembered in their hearts. know that my feelings for Tom and Mary Cocking are not exclusively felt by their family alone, but by all their friends and everyone they met.
I know this service is for Tom, but it is impossible to think of him without Gran, without Mary; his beautiful loving wife, and my generous gorgeous wonderful grandmother.
<span has been released from his suffering. His body may be dead but his soul is still alive and can finally be rejoined with his beautiful wife.
GOD BLESS YOUR SOUL GRANDDAD , MAY YOU REST IN PEACE, OUR LOVE GOES WITH YOU.!
Soon after my grandfathers death I did a lot of soul searching. I was determined to make the passing of one great life the beginning of another wonderful life, MINE.
I wrote down how I was feeling and what I was thinking at the time; I titled it WISH. I have subsequently learnt that wishing is fine, but, somewhere down the line I need to plan, and more importantly I need to Do. And, do it for myself.
I wish I were half the man my grandfather was.
I guess I am only a third of the way through the journey of life in comparison to grandad. I know that I can never achieve or accomplish anything as amazing as Tom Cocking ever did. I know that they are big boots to fill, but I hope that I will be remembered with similar feelings of respect, honour and a knowledge of contribution to peoples lives.
I’ve been told that I have inherited some of my grandfather’s physical attributes.
But our family follows a matriarchal line and I think I inherited many of my personality traits from my grandmother and my mother; as they did also. People and being with people was one of my grandmother’s greatest loves. It is this strong desire to enjoy meaningful socialising that helps form my identity.
I know that I have left my mark, found my way into the memory of many people and hopefully they are happy memories or at least respectful ones. Sometimes that seems enough, a good measure of success, to gain the respect from your peers and the ones you respect or hold dear.
Respect; it sometimes feels like such an arbitrary and vague concept.
Why is it so important? And, can we live without it?
I wish I could know me better, and find my inner strength so that maybe I can respect myself more. I know that to gain respect and honour from other people I must respect myself. I know that in this society respect is given to those who have reached some form of material achievement. I hope to reach a greater successful achievement, both in the material sense and in the spiritual sense.span are willing and able to share their heart so that we maid gain mutual benefits to all concerned is the most important goal to reach.
If I can gain respect, financial, or material reward from doing this I will accept this gratefully and gracefully.