My father and the sea


It’s such a gift to form a new image, or pretend to have a new memory of a loved one after they die.


30 years ago

My father stood alone

Gazing out at the sea

And someone wrote this about his meeting with Princess Diana:


I would not have understood then, his charm, his diplomacy, his loyalty

what he was saying

I was only 2


25 years ago..

I stood with my father (well, he stood, and my feet dangled over the wall I was sitting on)

Gazing out at that same sea

“Baba, I’m bored, what should I do?”

“Do what you’re doing”

“What am I doing?”

“Looking out at the sea”

“That’s doing something?” I asked puzzled

“Sure it is”

I ignored him and decided to do something “productive” (yes, I’ve had this obsessive streak for quite a while)

I pulled out my book: Basil the Great Mouse Detective, see?


Again, I did not understand what he was trying to teach me, about life, about time, about “being” rather than “doing”

I was only 7


But I’m starting to get it now

Starting to gather all his pearls

Strung along the seashore of our past

Lessons I am understanding

Only in retrospect

As I walk in his footsteps

which have been washed away by the tides

I’m starting to get it now

Who he was:

Just a man

Trying his best

to be a husband and father

Probably making it up

as he went along

Definitely making mistakes

as he went along

Just like me

Just like all of us


My children don’t get it now

But I’m sure they will


…or maybe 30

long-short years from now


I miss him ðŸ’”  and would love to gaze out at the sea with him one more time,

doing nothing….doing everything that matters.

Wid Kattan

Reference:The Diana Chronicles, Tina brown, 2007, page 271


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