Last night my Father unfortunately took his last breath & returned into the hands of our Lord, where he will be reunited finally with my Mother, the true love of his life.
Over the past six weeks in hospital, I watched my father fight with quiet courage & unwavering faith. But in truth, his greater battle was enduring the last seven years without my mum, I never saw him fold, cry or question God.
My Father was the only man in this world who genuinely desired for me to be a better Man than he was. He gave me the greatest gift a father could give a son & that is a living, personal relationship with Jesus Christ.
My Dad was devoted to my Football club & in all honesty he Was SE Dons. His presence, wisdom & humility shaped everything we built. In his absence I carry the responsibility not just to honour his legacy, but to prove that his lessons he instilled in me were not in vein.
I held his hand last night & told him âIâm readyâ
2 Timothy 4:7-8
A Man should not speak to be admired, rather he should speak to be useful for he who seeks applause teaches noise. A leader amongst Men doesnât chase ears, he finds the weary & gives them spine.
Spine we have plenty over here. Job done. God bless our hard work. @officialdons
People often ask how do I endure so much loss. I remind them that I know the Lord.
I began SE Dons with my Dad & brother in law Ryan back in 2014 when I was living a lifestyle not reflective of the family I was raised by. My Mum got to see me transition before she passed away & saw the positive steps I was making with this football club.
My Dad grew to become a club legend, we witnessed how a Man endures extreme heartbreak yet still stands upright bearing the full weight of his familyâs sorrow with quiet strength.
Before my Dad passed away he told me âSon go and get us promotedâ. Well We did it.
We were playing Sunday League Football 2 years ago. Now my football club is in the FA Cup. Iâve kept my Mum & Dads name alive forever. Thankyou for all your support.
I promised my Dad we would do it. He taught me that a Manâs word means something. I kept my word â¤ď¸đ
@officialdons in the FA Cup next season. God Bless our Hard Work
Youâve never fallen in love with a beautiful woman? Then perhaps youâre yet to be tested, for love demands something of a Man. Iâve heard love is like a Taxi, it doesnât announce its arrival, and if youâve the courage, you step in without knowledge of the road ahead, just trusting the feeling of the ride. And for a moment, thatâs enough..
I recieved her compliment with a smile & told her Iâm no Model, Iâm just a lad from south London, yet a Man is not measured by polish, but how he bears himself. Step into my Taxi đ
âwear it your wayâ @lyle_and_scott
A brotherâs love is a quiet promise. A promise that my brother fulfilled to me. đď¸
Iâve experienced a lot of loss recently, but âblessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comfortedâ Matthew 25:23
We used to visit Mum together, you have now found the quiet mind Dad. I still feel the weight of your wisdom, Im sure I will see you again when the Lord permits it. Happy birthday good sir. Your name will live on. God Bless the Old Skool & Paula â¤ď¸đ
Proud of my nephew. To lose his father & still summon the courage to walk into a menâs football changing room a few days later and speak with such conviction takes a rare God given kind of strength.
As sons, the loss of a father leaves a space that no triumph can ever truly fill. What we can do, however, is carry ourselves in a way that honours their memory, in how we stand, how we lead, and how we endure.
I have no doubt Maison will do this.
On Monday evening, my brother David sadly passed away, leaving behind his wonderful wife, Kelly, and his two beautiful children, Maison and Caitlyn. I ask that you please keep his family in your prayers. In moments so raw, My faith reminds me that the Lord stays close to the brokenhearted, especially when words and understanding fall short.
David was a humble, devoted family man. We didnât speak every day but bonds between brothers donât depend on constant contact, only on certainty. if I called him at any hour, he would answer. Before this Saturdays SE Dons game we will hold a minute silence.
Iâve prayed for my brotherâs soul to journey safely to the Lord. And although death feels like separation, it is also a homecoming. I like to think that Mum will be there, waiting for him with a warm cup of tea, My Dad with a Guiness & Davidâs Dad with a long awaited handshake.
