The Book of Legacy

Robert Thompson

We gather here today to remember and commemorate his life, let bid him farewell as we mourn the loss of a lively, dignified soul. A soul that brought joy and fulfillment to many, and whose legacy will live on forever.

Duty, decency, reliability, honour, dignity, respect: these are all qualities that my father not only held in high esteem, but practised every day during his time on this earth. He was a serious and disciplined man, but he could never resist the opportunity to have a laugh with friends and loved ones, given half the chance.

He saw a lot during his lifetime: a world ravaged by war, (he was himself served in the armed forces in Vietnam), and an uncertain world with the Cold War, the Oil Crisis, and Iraq all understandably influencing his views on the post-war world in which he himself grew up and, later, raised his own family. Let alone the social and cultural revolution exploding around him with the onset of the 1960s. Dad was an only child, who lived in and around Sydney up until his retirement from the motor industry, where he moved with Mum to the Central Coast. They married young – at age 20 – and remained happily together for over half a century.

Lifetime Story

When free of their parental responsibilities, Dad would whisk Mum off for some mad adventure, often without her knowing where they were going.

As a father of three though, he was often happiest when left to his own devices – whether it was building a shed, tending to the garden, or fixing one of his cars. He was a self-professed petrol head, and loved nothing more than jumping in the car and driving – sometimes for hours – for some much-needed relief and relaxation from a family of five. More often than not, he wouldn’t be gone for that long, but admitted that he loved driving so much, he looked for any excuse to have a spin. His precious Austin Healey was his most prized possession – a car that he drove till the day he died.

When Susan, Claire and myself moved out of home and started families of our own, I began to understand my father in new way. We were able to find time to sit and discuss what it means to be a parent, particularly in a modern world that’s fast-changing and very different to the one in which either of us were born. Dad gave sage advice on everything from teaching my kids manners and responsibility, to the other important area of family life: keeping one’s partner happy and the marriage healthy and alive.

Dad was a straightforward man who demanded little from those around him, and who expected only the best for his three children. Provided he heard regularly from us all – and saw us whenever possible – he was content. And although in his final years, we’d all moved on to different parts of the world, that bond was never broken.

To me, Dad’s finest quality was his patience: an inherent ability to listen, to absorb and to offer a point of view based on quiet, measured wisdom. I’ll never forget the time when I asked him what I should do about having to move overseas for my career: “Do what you feel, what you believe is right. Follow your gut, your heart, and you can’t go wrong.”

It’s difficult to imagine him not being around and I’m not sure how we will all cope. The grandchildren, Billy and Leo will miss him dearly. It’s strange to think that I can’t just give him a call or pop around to have one of our good old yarns. Dad lived a long and happy life, and only succumbed to ill health right at the very end. He was an imposing figure of a man, a tall, handsome character whose reassuring presence we all felt during difficult times.

As we gather here today to remember and commemorate his life, let bid him farewell as we mourn the loss of a lively, dignified soul. A soul that brought joy and fulfillment to many, and whose legacy will live on forever.

Your loving family!

Lifetime Story

When free of their parental responsibilities, Dad would whisk Mum off for some mad adventure, often without her knowing where they were going.

As a father of three though, he was often happiest when left to his own devices – whether it was building a shed, tending to the garden, or fixing one of his cars. He was a self-professed petrol head, and loved nothing more than jumping in the car and driving – sometimes for hours – for some much-needed relief and relaxation from a family of five. More often than not, he wouldn’t be gone for that long, but admitted that he loved driving so much, he looked for any excuse to have a spin. His precious Austin Healey was his most prized possession – a car that he drove till the day he died.

When Susan, Claire and myself moved out of home and started families of our own, I began to understand my father in new way. We were able to find time to sit and discuss what it means to be a parent, particularly in a modern world that’s fast-changing and very different to the one in which either of us were born. Dad gave sage advice on everything from teaching my kids manners and responsibility, to the other important area of family life: keeping one’s partner happy and the marriage healthy and alive.

Dad was a straightforward man who demanded little from those around him, and who expected only the best for his three children. Provided he heard regularly from us all – and saw us whenever possible – he was content. And although in his final years, we’d all moved on to different parts of the world, that bond was never broken.

To me, Dad’s finest quality was his patience: an inherent ability to listen, to absorb and to offer a point of view based on quiet, measured wisdom. I’ll never forget the time when I asked him what I should do about having to move overseas for my career: “Do what you feel, what you believe is right. Follow your gut, your heart, and you can’t go wrong.”

It’s difficult to imagine him not being around and I’m not sure how we will all cope. The grandchildren, Billy and Leo will miss him dearly. It’s strange to think that I can’t just give him a call or pop around to have one of our good old yarns. Dad lived a long and happy life, and only succumbed to ill health right at the very end. He was an imposing figure of a man, a tall, handsome character whose reassuring presence we all felt during difficult times.

As we gather here today to remember and commemorate his life, let bid him farewell as we mourn the loss of a lively, dignified soul. A soul that brought joy and fulfillment to many, and whose legacy will live on forever.

Your loving family!

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MESSAGES & EULOGIES

10 thoughts on “ROBERT THOMPSON”

  1. Dad I miss your patient ways and how you helped me through each and every crisis that I faced. Particularly through my two divorces and being a single mother you always supported me and gave me hope. I love you daddy. And miss you every day.

  2. Melissa Thomson

    To my beloved Robert, you will be sorely missed. You were the light of my life. My rock. My best friend. We weathered many storms but worked through them together. I am so grateful to have been your partner all these years and look at our three children and see the best of you in them. I miss you darling and think of you each and every day.

  3. Dad how can I describe these feelings deep inside of me that miss you so very much. As a father and as a friend you were always there for the three of us. I saw how you adored mother and you taught us to respect and love our mates. How happy the two of you seemed to be. You were both great role models for I and my two sisters. I just wish you were still here to talk to. I miss our conversations and your gentle guidance.

  4. Clarence Schmidt

    I remember that infectious laugh of yours every time you told a joke. I remember you as always smiling no matter what was going on. You gave my hope and encouragement through all my trials and tribulations. And I always felt that you looked over me as if you were my brother.

  5. Robert. We were high school friends who stayed in touch until the very end. Married two sisters. Stayed local to where we grew up. Watched as our children grew into responsible adults. I will miss our conversations over beer (sometimes one too many). I miss you my dear friend.

  6. We were childhood sweethearts who remained best friends after we parted ways. You were there for me during my divorces and never judged me for the decisions that I made. You were kind, loving, and compassionate, and there were days when I wondered what it would of been like had it all worked out between the two of us.

  7. Dad, the loss never seems to go away. I miss you more now than ever and think of you constantly. I so wish you could talk to me right now and tell me every thing is going to be OK.

  8. Robert, I remember those dark days in Vietnam when we thought we never would get home. You always talked about your wife and kids back home and I truly believe they were the reason you made it back. As a single man, I remember listening to your stories and couldn’t wait to get back home to start a family of my own. Together we made it back my friend. I think of you every day.

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