I am not sure what you call it, but I will try to explain regardless.
The most simple words I can find are, well, working class. Do we still cling to the class system? Are we still defined by our parent’s social status? Possibly or possibly not so much nowadays. And yet on an evening when I have fielded questions about who is Grandma’s mummy, and who was her mummy? and eventually who will be my own children’s children’s grandma, and once answered – the then inevitable, but what if you die mummy?
I find myself back in the thought process of what I would like my children to know – you know what if. So I shall address the rest of my message to the only people who really count… my Noah … my Isla…
Well my loves therein lies another lesson for you and I will try to explain the best way I know how. You must always, always, pay back a kindness that is shown to you. Always.
There is no doubt that your daddy & I have some of the qualities of the working class.
Honesty, integrity, hard working and kind. You probably won’t fully understand what I am telling you until you are much older, perhaps with families of your own and even then, who you will become and how hard you work will just be a part of you – it will be in your heart & soul.
This time last year I was recovering from treatment, a treatment that I received for free on the NHS. All of the appointments, the surgery, the therapy, the drugs and treatment, all of it for free. Had I been on a private healthcare plan I would have seen each part of my care broken down pound for pound, and yet I received the same level of care regardless. And to say I am grateful is an understatement, however, sometimes to be grateful is not enough.
When you have been brought up with good values, sound values, you understand the ideology that when a kindness is done to you, you return that kindness – many times over where ever you can.
So tomorrow on the 9th October your daddy will be running the York Marathon. He’s not a runner – he has trained, sure, but the reason he is running at all is because of me. You see, I am the love of his life. Now we don’t go in for soppiness, your dad and I. We have never even spoken about it – and yet I know that he feels the same way that I do. We share the same values in life.
You must always repay a kindness.
So tomorrow is the big day. The day Gareth Matthews will run the York Marathon. He is not a runner. And yet… every single step your daddy takes tomorrow will be for me, for my nurses, doctors, surgeons – a thank you for a deed done to us that weighed far greater than we can ever repay.
Be proud my loves. Be proud of every step your daddy takes as he is no ‘natural’ runner and yet he is putting himself out there, he is running twenty six miles all for one person, and one person only.
Tomorrow we will wake up early & wish him well. We will cheer him on. We will fight against the cruel disease that takes families apart. For it has not taken us, not yet anyway. Daddy is running the whole thing for love and the thanks that we owe to St James’ hospital in Leeds & Yorkshire Cancer Trust. Every single step.
So thank you, a huge thank you to all concerned. There will never be enough thanks I don’t suppose, but if there ever was someone to look upto in your lives my little ones – you see your daddy over there? Gareth Matthews?
He is the best daddy in the world, and he is all yours…
Thank you – from the bottom of my heart Gareth Matthews for repaying the kindness paid to us all last year.
It means the world.
If you would like to contribute to Gareth’s race his page is here