I don’t know, but I hope that if this letter will get to my son but if it doesn’t, then at least I have written in time my thoughts that one day I hope that he will see and understand that I will always love him. Hopefully and with the times that we now live in, he, and his family, will see that his Father is always proud of his son. An open letter to my son Time has its penalties, it does indeed, but to understand them makes it that bit easier to understand as we get older. We have never had issues that condone such time apart. We are two opposite magnets I agree, but we are family and that can and should beat all. I can remember when we thought we (as a family) had none, no penalties, no worries and no enemies. We also had no money but we had each other. Our family made us richer than anyone else on the block. No one bothered us, they still don’t, but the knowing was enough way back then. For me, it was the fact that MY son knew that no matter what happened, neither man nor beast was going to hurt my family. What we didnt know was the beast doesnt have to be within; it can be of time and progression. That is what hurts me now. Many years ago, Dad (me) was a hero, he was THE hero no matter what he did, and it was awesome. He was the biggest, the strongest and no one could defeat Dad, and that was true. Still is now for my family. I was that Dad. I looked on my son with SO much pride as he grew up. The skills I taught him grew each and every day; kick-boxing, body-building, you name it, he had it all. His ability to continue on mirrored that of his Father; failure was NOT an option and to battle on, to wipe the sweat from ones brow with a sleeve was but a moment in a continuation of a bond that NO one could break. We did it all – together. Stretching, weights, bag training, speed-ball time – all was tuned to the attempt to be the best OF the best and to hell with the consequences. That is how it was and that is how it was meant to be. I loved you for every minute that you spent with me then, I always will as I was being a Father yes, but one that knew his son would be able and capable of defending not only himself but that of his family and future family. This we know to be true with past experiences. Taking care of oneself is and has been a Hart tradition. Long may that reign? I have listened to this song countless times and scrutinised the words to inspire me to write this letter. You are my son. You are OUR son and such an integral part of the happiness that you’re Mother and I hold dear. We miss you and the part that you not only played in our lives, but the part that we wish you would still play. We have cried many times wishing we could turn back time in order that we can place the family at a suitable time but what time would that be? We all move on and we have no argument with that. The argument I have is that you have to remember what and where you came from. How you got to be where you are. The reasons why and how we parted as a family. Times many I called, texted and contacted and nothing hit home. My time in hospital and my heart surgery was so special with you being there. I will NEVER forget that time; I was and always will be appreciative of your time with me. I can never forget that. The reason for this letter is simple. I know that we had words, what family doesn’t, but if we are honest this has gone on too long. I know that my time is limited; my heart condition will not allow me to stand as strong as I once was. The doctors told me to run 5 miles a day, stop smoking, eat nothing but white meat, and no stress whatsoever. Yep, that is going to happen as you well know, but nonetheless I feel that this may be the last time that I am able to set my points to you as my son before anything else sets in and hurts us all. I am indeed worried, no doubt about that. I am also still good looking – no doubt about that. I am also missing a part of my life, FOUR parts of my/our lives that should be together and not in conflict as they are now for whatever reason that we truly cannot remember why. It has gone on too long and we should take note and assess what we have and what we want. However, if it is your wish that we do not reunite, then I would ask at the very least that we both know as to why this should happen. You are my son; I am your Father we both have a right to know why this has gone on too long. Can you even remember why? You know, I can’t! But, if this be your wish then I am indeed sorry. My first son lost as time progresses and as we know sons move on and make a life of their own as I did but my life was a little different to that of yours son. I had to witness my Father beating the shit out of my mother from as early as 6 years old; as you know this to be true. My Father did not stop this until I reached the age of 15 and turned on him and hit him after he had smacked my mother in the face for what could be the 1000th time, I forget the smacks and I just remember tears and anger. Like James Taylor said, “I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain, Ive seen sunny days that I thought would never end. I’ve seen lonely times when I could not finds a friend”… but you were always my friend. I miss that son. What happened then? As you know, my Mother turned on me and her words will never leave my head. “You should have not done that son.” He then came after me with a shotgun. Can you remember me and your mom telling you? Times were hard then, but we/I learned to adapt. We swore we would never turn out that way. OK, we have all made mistakes, but that amount of violence, NO one should go through. I did. I don’t want to live what time I have left with memories, I want to make new ones with ALL of my family. I would ask that you look at this letter, consider my words and look to a future. However, if this should not be, then at least I will know; at least WE will know what steps and what direction with which we can go. I love you son and no matter what, that will never change. I will also say that unless I hear from you I can absolutely assure you that I will never put my heart on the line again. I do however ask that you look to the words of this song and remember your mom and dad. Father And Son Father Its not time to make a change, Just relax, take it easy. Youre still young, thats your fault, Theres so much you have to know. Find a girl, settle down, If you want you can marry. Look at me, I am old, but Im happy. I was once like you are now, and I know that its not easy, To be calm when youve found something going on. But take your time, think a lot, Why, think of everything youve got. For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not. Son How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again. Its always been the same, same old story. From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen. Now theres a way and I know that I have to go away. I know I have to go. Father Its not time to make a change, Just sit down, take it slowly. Youre still young, thats your fault, Theres so much you have to go through. Find a girl, settle down, if you want you can marry. Look at me, I am old, but Im happy. Son All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside, Its hard, but its harder to ignore it. If they were right, Id agree, but its them you know not me. Now theres a way and I know that I have to go away. I know I have to go. youtu.be/JCQVnSOFqfM Dad and Mom will not be here forever. I cannot change that and as time goes by I grow weaker but trust me, anyone who feels that it is time to come give Mick Hart some – bring it on! I ain’t that far gone I assure you! But what I can do is make my mark now and say that no matter what happens now and because this is a digital world, I can say what I want and make a permanent mark on the world to say how much we love you, how much I love you and miss you. You will always be able to look back and see that your Dad does and will always love you. I am proud of you because you are an image of me. Stay strong son. Train hard and be strong and dare to dream. As you think, so shall you become and to hell with circumstance, create your own opportunities. I love you son. We love you son no matter what happens. You are my boy, my hero and my friend. A father has to hold these things dear. God bless you in all that you do. God bless your family as they are ours too. Dad
Posted on: Tue, 19 Aug 2014 23:34:20 +0000
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