The Living Years

“I wasn't there that morning

When my Father passed away

I didn't get to tell him

All the things I had to say”

The Living Years, Mike & The Mechanics

This song could not be more appropriate.

In the early hours of that morning, thirteen years ago, when he passed on to a better life, I dreamt about him. I could see his smiling face telling me that everything was going to be all right. When I woke up I knew he was in a better place.

Daddy had been considered to be a confirmed bachelor for many years. That is until he met my mother. I came into his life when he should have probably been preparing to be come a grandfather. Although Daddy’s image of little girls was that flowery dresses, pig tails and a ladylike demeanour, he soon enough realised that I was not going to be such. Whilst I never really caused any serious trouble, I never knew how to stand still. If there was some degree of disappointment at my tom boyishness he hid it well. I am sure it amused him to buy me toy trucks for my birthday or my enthusiasm to run out and play football.

Daddy graduated as a lawyer but practiced as a notary all his life, gaining a wealth of experience. Gaining respect from peers and clients alike he was generous with his time. Patient, never tiring of explaining the same advice over and over again just to make sure that he was understood. He took pleasure in mentoring and guiding newly graduated lawyers and notaries, helping them make their way in the legal world.

Streetwise yet embracing strong principles he instilled in me values that I try to follow in my day to day life. Discipline and respect towards others was something that he made sure I learnt at a very young age even though my rebellious nature made it quite difficult for him to get it through to my young hard head. His experience in life gave him a wealth of wisdom that I sorely miss, especially when I need advice on career paths or choices that need to be made in life.

Over the years we had our fair share of arguments, but then again which teenager with a rebellious streak wouldn't? But I know that, never for a second, did he stop loving me and giving all his energies to ensure that I was successful in life.

It is a pity that he was not around to see me graduate, to see me successfuly complete Challenges like Kilimajaro and Lifecycle, that he wiill not be there to give me away when I get married. But he is with me in spirit and I know he is watching over me.

Today, thirteen years since he left us, I can truly appreciate all his efforts, all his patience and all his hard work......

.........I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Dedicated to my father, Notary Dr. Joseph Vella Galea LL.D, 27th February 1997

Rush Hour

Their hands clutching at their steering wheels, with a grip that would strangle the strongest of men, they drive at a snail’s pace on the ‘fast’ lane.

Then, suddenly, shock horror. They are forced to stop at a roundabout or stop sign.

Reluctantly, gingerly, they slowly release their grip on the steering wheel, and in slow motion put their hands on the gear leaver. Releasing the gear they wait for their slot to proceed on their journey.

In what seems like an eternity, and several missed opportunities, they eventually put the car in first gear. Quickly, in a flash, their murderous grip is back on the steering wheel.

Chin sticking out dangerously close to the wheel they proceed at a snail’s pace, blissfully unaware of the fact that should, God forbid, they have an accident they are at more risk of being seriously injured than if they had to keep a safe distance from the wheel.

Totally oblivious of the fact that such driving causes frustration and is potentially dangerous these people lurk on our roads making rush hour even more unbearable than usual.

Yes, you guessed right. I experienced a tad too many of these drivers this morning.

Now wait. Don’t get me wrong, I do not condone reckless driving but extremes are bad on both ends. If you are not confident to push the pedal a bit harder keeping within the specified legal limit, that is fine, but get out of the way!

Don’t be selfish and block other drivers’ way. The outer lane is for overtaking, so it should be kept free. Driving at 5 kilometres per hour on a road that has a limit of 60 kilometres per hour is bound to cause frustration and irritation.

Let us be realistic, blocking someone from overtaking, especially when on their way to work in the morning or home in the evening, is extremely frustrating. And please do not come and tell me that it is not. If you don’t find it frustrating then you are either living an illusion or else have the luxury of taking things calmly and not rushing to get to work on time or getting home in time to feed the family etc etc

I was very pleased to read that the Ministry of Justice and Home Affairs will be imposing a €100 fine on those found driving in reserved lanes or those blocking traffic by driving on the outside lane when not overtaking.

What needs to be seen is whether this will be enforced or not.

One lives in hope!

Drive carefully and safely!

Jasper

Jasper

1988 - 2010

And then he was gone.

A friend of mine, asked me “why the tears, he was just a horse, and he wasn't even yours”. Words spoken by someone, who although meaning well, has never experienced the unconditional love of an animal or the noble and generous nature of a horse who allows us to ride on it's back, making use of its speed and strength for our pleasure and purposes.

I met Jasper, or Jessie Boy as he was fondly known, one Friday afternoon in September 2007 and fell in love with him immediately. Having just signed up for an eight day horseback trek, crossing from Argentina and Chile, I set out to take lessons. My instructor came highly recommended and was lucky enough to be fit into his busy schedule. Throughout our brief phone conversation I advised him that I was a complete beginner, and my horse riding was limited to a couple of hacks at a riding school. “No, problem, you will be fine on Jasper” he reassured me.

Training for the Trans Andes Horseback Trek on Jasper, Maghtab 2007

And I was. I felt safe on the back of this gentle and patient horse with kind eyes. I had a couple of tumbles but they usually my fault. Although an intelligent animal, there was no malice in Jasper. He did his utmost for all the riders that took lessons or rode him in equestrian competitions.

I will never forget our first show jumping competition. Organised by the La Vallette Riding Club, it meant that he had to journey by van from Maghtab to Marsa, and spend a day in a field devoid of the luxury of his own stable. Moreover, he had to wait for the other horses, he travelled with, to be ready from their competitions before he could go back to his stable. My nerves at competing for the first time in a class full of seasoned riders were calmed by the fact that I could trust Jasper. Tackling the course, keeping in my the techniques learnt combined with some vocal encouragement from my part we managed a clear round. Since, two other riders were clear there would be a jump off for first, second and third place. The activity of the day, took its toll on Jasper and our time saw us place third. However I was ecstatic. I knew that Jasper had given his 110%, in the true generous nature of the horse he gave it his all.

Just after the showjumping competition in Marsa, Jasper is on the right. Marsa 2008

Some people mistakenly believe that horses are devoid of emotions and thus incapable of forming a bond. These people would have you believe that horses are not capable of feeling the same emotions that we humans feel. How wrong they are. Horses desire companionship just as much as we do. A clear example of this was Jasper's bond with Tuta, my instructor's other horse. Their stables and paddocks were next to each other and you could see him look out for her if she was out in the field and he left on his own in the paddock. He would call out to her when he would hear her walking into the stables. So close was his bond with her, that if they both were in the field at the same time he would do his utmost to follow her.

Walking through the stables, early in the morning, smelling the fresh hay, the sound of horses munching contentedly and the sight of them acknowledging my presence as I walk in gives me a sense of peace. Alas, Jasper is now no longer there to welcome me, but his hoof print is clearly embedded in my heart, just as much as it is embedded in the heart of all the riders that have ridden Jasper over the years.

Rest well, Jasper, you will be sorely missed.