At the beginning of 2013 I set out on a journey of discovery. A discovery of the story of my father’s life. I thought I knew pretty much all there was to know. I was wrong. Over the course of the next six months, every few weekends we would sit down together and he would tell me about his life and I would listen. I then put together, over time, what became our book entitled:
I know I am obviously biased, but there is no denying that he was an exceptional man. I still want to say ‘is’. Sadly he died last November and I am still grieving. I miss him so much it feels like I’ve got a cage around my heart and it is being squeezed tight.
I am so blessed that I got to spend so much quality time talking to him and listening to his fascinating stories. If you know nothing about him, in brief, he played rugby for Ireland and the British and Irish Lions in the 1940s and 50s. He travelled a huge amount, ending up working in Zambia as a surgeon for over 34 years. He was an exceptionally talented sportsman, a humanitarian who cared so much about people, and to boot he was funny, kind, warm and wise. This book is a tribute to a man who lived in a bygone era when men were gentlemen and sport was not all about money. There’s something for everyone in this book even a bit of poetry. Check it out at this link: Conversations with My Father.