Bryan Gorse

Bryan Gorse – A brilliant father, an engineer, psychologist and scholar. He studied the things he wanted, because he wanted to learn, understand and share.  During our early years Dad encouraged Neil and I to become successful in our careers, sports and life; ensuring we were strong, competitive and fair.  During the later years in his life, Dad probably did everything he thought he wanted to do, but then realised he’d already got it.  His fight against cancer and the challenges that brings proved to be difficult. His family stuck by him during testing times, which was a testaiment to the love he’d previously shared.  Dad loved nothing more than to share expeiences in life with those he loved.

I’ve never met a man more true to Rudyard’s poem.

Bryan Gorse – Father to Neil and Chris Gorse


Dad’s favourite poem

Rudyard  Kipling
If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

 

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;

 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

 

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more –

you’ll be a Man my son

Dad you risked it all and gave everything you had. You let Neil and I live our lives the way we wanted, loved us both and encouraged us in everything we ever looked into.

I will always try to hold true to my beliefs and be true to myself, hopefully in whatever life throws my way.

I also listen to the lyrics of one of your favourite songs, which I believe you and Fay enjoyed, Wind Beneath My Wings, a lovely song.

Wind Beneath My Wings: Bette Midler

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
It must have been cold there in my shadow,
to never have sunlight on your face.
You were content to let me shine, that’s your way.
You always walked a step behind.

So I was the one with all the glory,
while you were the one with all the strength.
A beautiful face without a name for so long.
A beautiful smile to hide the pain.

Did you ever know that you’re my hero,
and everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
’cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
but I’ve got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.
I would be nothing without you.

Did you ever know that you’re my hero?
You’re everything I wish I could be.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
’cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Did I ever tell you you’re my hero?
You’re everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,
’cause you are the wind beneath my wings,
’cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Oh, the wind beneath my wings.
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.

Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,
so high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you, thank you,
thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings

 

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Neil and I have a lot to learn and possibly only one life to do it, we will do our best.  As you always believed in us and loved us, we a good foundation to start from.  We both wish you were still hear to listen to our stories and watch us continue to challenge, race and help each other.  You made us successful and ensured we were always there for each other.

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