A remarkable piece written by Duncan Garner in the Dom Post today. If you haven’t seen it yet, it’s here in full.
So, Dad, it’s five years ago this week that you died of cancer. You passed away in Wellington’s Mary Potter Hospice, after a brave nine-month battle.
You won’t know this, but I was asleep on the floor beside your bed when the nurse came in at 4am and said you had slipped away. I was heartbroken, mate – and I still have days when I really miss you.
I’ll never forget pushing you in your bed, through the hospice, to the waiting funeral directors. You died on Budget day 2010 – so I’ll always remember Budget days for the wrong reason.
Anyway, I just wanted to write to tell you about the last five years. Your death, aged just 63, gave me some real perspective.
I quit being a political reporter not long after – I realised Parliament was a ridiculous place to work and it was killing me. At your funeral plenty of people spoke about you – but no one mentioned your work or how hard you worked. At the end that’s not what matters or how your life is judged. Your funeral left a lasting impression on me.
It’s not that I don’t work hard any more, but I strive to find more work-life balance and prioritise what’s actually important in life.
We are so busy hitting each other over the head every day, it’s easy to remember that we all have real struggles in life that extend far beyond a ponytail pull, a fraudulently signed painting, and even leaking some docs to a journo because she’s giving you the glad eye. Read more »