My father was missing during my first three years because he was a soldier serving in New Guinea. He was rather closed off, rarely expressing his thoughts or feelings, but I remember him as a man who believed in the concept of a "fair go".*** He would say that all he really wanted was a bit of peace and quiet, and a fair go.
What I remember best was the times he took my sister and I bushwalking, showing us the different wildflowers, and teaching us to always clean up after ourselves, leaving nothing behind to spoil a picnic spot. We even cleaned up rubbish left behind by other people.
We lost him early, aged 57, before I had the opportunity to learn more about the parts of him that he never spoke about, but my son is very much like him, and something of his essence lives on.
*** "Fair go" is a quintessential Australian expression that embodies the values of fairness, equality of opportunity, and social justice, reflecting the belief that everyone deserves a reasonable chance to succeed.