It is overwhelming to see you all today to celebrate the life of my dad, Marcelino Samson. We are all here today, proud to call him dad, husband, uncle, lolo, friend and colleague. He gave us countless memories of which I would like to share a few with you, and hopefully these can bring a smile to your face and remain in your hearts.
The first time I met my dad I was 2 years old and we were at the airport waiting for him to arrive from the Philippines. For someone I didn’t know, we immediately clicked and I ran towards him to give him a big hug. That was the start of us.
He could at times be a very strict dad. No boyfriends were permitted in the house and curfews were always set. I know now that he only wanted the best for me and for me to have all the opportunities in the world. As we both grew older he slowly learnt to relax and trust in me. He saw me grow up from being his little girl to the woman and mother I am now, which must have been hard for him.
He would insist on helping me even if I didn’t need it. When there were serious moments he would like to lighten them up with a joke. For example, I had a severe car crash a while ago, where the car landed upside down. When he heard, instead of checking how I was doing, he asked ‘Where is my Tom Tom?’ He always knew how to make people laugh.
To his family, he would do anything for them. And in turn they would do everything for him. In Philippines he was the favourite brother and uncle. He rarely lifted a finger, s much so that he was shocked at how he had to adapt to the way of life in London and do chores. Almost every year, he would visit his brothers, sister, nieces, and nephews in the Philippines. If any were to visit London he would always welcome them with open arms, somewhere to stay and most importantly provide food.
To his friends and colleagues, he was a generous person. It was always a joyous occasion when he was with you. He loved to spend as much time joking and socialising with you. He was someone you could trust and rely on. He was someone you could trust and rely on. He was a friend to so many people.
Dad was an enthusiast for all things gadgets and technology. The latest technology could always be found around our house. Examples include, just to say a few, the latest computer, video camera, digital camera, pager, cd player, cassette player, mini disc player, mp3 player, navigation kit, speakers, surround sound system and karaoke machine. The list goes on, as if you were shopping in Dixons. Most recently he even bought a 50″ curved TV which was way too big for the living room. He was very proud of it. Quite fittingly, our home is now filled with Samsung items. His thirst for technology is something I loved as I quickly followed suit.
My cousins can agree that he loved technology so much that he even built his own hi fi system. He would use the items from a car and work his magic on it. I recently found out he studied automobiles as one of his school subjects, which now explains the love if his cars and how he liked to diagnose motor problems.
I remember our daily car journeys together when I was little. The routine would be a 5am waking up, make Dad a cup of coffee and then take mum to work. In the evening it would be a 9pm pick up. I always admired how he never complained that it was too early. He would happily drive along listening to Heart FM or Celine Dion.
So moving on from one of his great loves, to another great love..rice! If you now my dad well, you know that he loved rice. Just the other day we were cleaning his car and typically found grains of rice in the boot. For all UK long distance trips, rice always had to be packed. I was guaranteed to be on the menu for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Any restaurants we went to had to serve rice, otherwise he didn’t want to eat there.
Ironically he only learnt to cook rice when he arrived in the UK. When I was young, as he was learning to cook, he often burnt the food. Strangely though he enjoyed it. To him, burnt food was crispy and still tasty. He always said no matter how bad the food would be for his health, he would want to enjoy it fully. He would rather die happy than deprived of food.
I loved his positive outlook to life. Throughout the numerous operations and treatments he had to endure, he always remained positive. There was never a moan about how hard things was. He got on and continued with living. I know he loved every bit of his life.
Finally to Mum, he had oceans of love and affection for you that just radiated out of him. He wasn’t shy to show you off to anyone and was always proud of having you next to him. I would love to have the same loyalty, honesty and strength that you have for each other as it is so amazing to see, especially as you are still going strong after 32 years.
To Dad, everyone has love for you in their hearts. Your attributes have bought a lifetime of memories, that none of us will ever forget. Be with God, watch over us and rest in perfect peace till we see you again. I love you.
Thank you to Frederick W Paine Funeral Directors, St Joseph Catholic Church Colliers Wood, Lambeth Crematorium and The Trafalgar Arms.
To our friends who gave their condolences, thank you so much, as it means so much to us.
To our family who have supported mum and I through this. You are truly loved.
I was not the perfect daughter.
No matter how difficult I was in turn you loved me.
We would argue alot. Through this I learnt how to defend for myself and loved ones.
We would not listen but I became agood support provider for others.
We were both stubborn and sorry was a word that did not exist in our vocabulary.
This allowed me to have my opinion and stick with it no matter what.
These qualities you brought out in me and I cannot thank you enough.
You had a passion for anything gadgets which I followed along with both of us competing against each other.
You had a love for food and coffee ..so do I. If I wasn’t naturally slim I would have a belly like yours with the amount I eat.
Actin movies was your interest and so is mine which was well emphasised on all your surround sound and TVS.
Family and friends gatherings was where you really shined through and excelled in being you.
I’m sorry I didn’t always see the wonderful side of you. I’m sorry I may not have been there when you needed me. I’m sorry you had all those scars to show what you went through at hospitals. I’m so sorry I was difficult at times.
Yet you fought to enjoy life’s wondrous gifts. You enjoyed being happy even if something was naughty or bad for your health. Many people love you from around the world as they see your funny side and wondrous charm.
In time you let loose your strictness and traditions to be modernised. In time you let go of always watching and allowed me to grow. In time I loved you more and more each day.
I miss your affections, I miss our dad daughter moments, I miss mum and I picking on you. I miss your dad jokes. I miss you buying me McDonald’s/KFC and Chinese takeaway. I miss our arguments. I miss you watching out for me.
I miss you loving me. I love you always.
With emotional rollercoasting crying over anything, Martin handled it by sympathising or ignoring it (haha but it worked). He would be cornered to the side of the bed as the pregnancy pillow took over. He had to deal with all my dribble on his clothes as I fell asleep anywhere when I was too tired. He would relunctantly (maybe they smelled?) tie my trainers laces or put my shoes on as I couldn’t bend down easily for every outing. Even putting the pregnancy belt round me or helping me squeeze into clothing that I refused to be too small for me. Loving me and my bump whilst it grew to a melon size. Teasing me as I walked like a penguin at the pace of a snail. Forced to carry anything heavy from my bag or taking the bin outside . Dealing with my tantrums when I felt inadequate about anything. Cooking mountains of dishes as I was a pig (and still am). Chauffeured where ever I needed to as I couldn’t drive well. Reading and talking to Bump lentil everyday. Forced to give me back rubs and stroke my skin as everything hurts. Being my 999 support aid 24/7 when I needed him.
Tackling those moments from the moment Joshua was pushing to get out into this world. Martin had sleepless nights like any new dad. (He seems to now sleep through easily – lucky him!!) He would be the target of Joshua’s urine fountain (Always puts a smile to my face when this happens). I would save the mahoosive yellow poo nappies for him (Ahahahaha) . Martin knows how to calm Joshua till he falls asleep with him for a nap. Horse games and sing alongs to entertain Joshua throughout the week. Carrier and pramming anywhere. Funny noises or great stories shared to Joshua. Even calming and reassuring Joshua whilst he manically craves for food (like his mummy). All of this whilst working, cleaning and meeting my demands (which is never ending), along with my bitchiness.
He’s been the best partner to me and an amazing dad to Joshua.
HAPPY FIRST FATHERS DAY!
Hazel Reynolds, inspired by the BBC’s Apprentice show (There was some awful games!), wanted to create a game so that her sister would be pulled away from the iPad. She certainly achieved it!
A small pocket size game that can fit in your jeans pocket….
Slightly bigger than playing cards…..
Randomise is a hilarious fun packed game for all ages – as long as you can attempt to draw, act or describe. In comparison to some of the familiar games we know, this puts creativity to the test. Some of these words would not be joint in matrimony but Randomise makes it happen! Itchy hippy digging a hole. Cruel salmon arranging flowers. Energetic tortoise planting a tree. Even Alice in Wonderland lacks these eccentric characters.
The artwork illustrations are simple and cartoony by Leelu. www.leelu.net A perfect match to the game. A cute little elephant with a matchstick situated on the card pile A. A dinosaur selling lemonade on the card pile B and a unicorn riding a bike on the card pile C.
Pack A equivalents to a description, with pack B being a character and pack C puts the character in motion. The players decide on a number and the level and then get into action – act, draw or describe. The results are hilarious, nutty and full of laughter. Great entertainment with family and friends! So much so I even played this at hospital, whilst waiting for contractions to appear!
Buy it at Amazon at £9.99
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For the Mummy to Be and all Mummies;
Who have yearned for her own family,
Repeatedly tried for a baby,
Bared a lost through pregnancy
Stands alone during the 9 months
Tasted the morning sickness
Cashed out on expandable clothes
Struggled with their wrists
Unmoveable and stiff pelvis
Big and sensitive breasts
Momentarily loses her sense
Uses panty liners consistently
Or even has bladder incontinence
Big feet syndrome
Bruised internally due to being a punching bag
Moves at a snail’s pace
Wobbling down the road
Gulping for air
Night slowly disappearing as the day becomes one
Branches of veins growing
Or skin being pulled in all directions
Scheduled doctor’s appointments
Needles penetrating the skin
Crazy healthy eating
Squeezing into spaces that just doesn’t work
Instructing people to move out the way
Dreaded panicky incidents
Uncomfortable hospital beds
Magnitude of contractions
Giving birth to new life
There may be hardship to get to the next stage of mummyhood but trying the upmost is all that matters. No need to follow others, just do what you feel is right. What waits down the line is a new world but a unique and amazing one. For those experiencing the magical moments with their little ones, I have so much respect for you!
All of above is worth it whether you experience a few or all. Here’ the first month of my little man.
A stylish, fashionable figure with a gorgeous flowy print skirt in the setting of Italy is the illustration on the box. What stands out is ‘Dolce Vita’ – translated to Sweet Life. My Little Box has travelled to another realm – Italy! Mint, peach and yellow is the colour palette used which is also transferred to all the products inside the box. I have to say upon opening the box, my nose tingles with delight at the scent of something sweet.
Kanako’s artwork reappears in this box edition, with stilettos, gelato, coffee and ‘Everything sounds better in Italian.’ To me however any foreign language sounds better – even sexy.
I’m reminiscing about Rome many years ago, as ‘Rome is on my mind’ appears on a box with a peekaboo hole. It’s a turquoise, mint, yellow and pale pink turban! Looks very pretty but hope it’s a good size that fits my head. Headbands can be a bit tight for me. (Must have a big head!). At the back of the box in the magazine, there are instructions on different ways to wear the fashion accessory.
A miniscule box with ‘Ciao Bella’ which interpreted means hello beautiful, (Oh, feeling so special now) lyes a little gold ring. It’s leafy, adjustable and fits my finger! (Hurrah). Not much of a jewellery fan but can see me wearing this J
Now, the beauty products. In a vial is Courreges perfume of orange blossom. It’s fresh and spicy and will replace one of my perfume sticks as that is coming to an end. My Little Beauty presents a bronzing BB cream for the legs. I hope it does give a little of sunkiss colour rather than looking orange. I don’t use tanning products but a little won’t hurt as my legs are pastier than my face. (Not to mention I have a natural teeny tiny tan). Then there’s the green tea jasmine body oil by Baija. Oil for the body compliments my skin – again another product I can’t wait to use. None of these products would be something I initially buy, so really glad My Little Box is introducing new beauty products.
Just loving this May box!