Wednesday, 29 February 2012
We were fellow model makers..."wigetters" on ALIEN. We sat next to each other for the first few weeks as worked together on the spaceship NOSTROMO.
You were loved. I will really miss you.
Until we see each other again...no speeches...
Save me the seat next to you where you are now...perhaps there will be the big model we can work on together. I'll show up again carrying another suitcase.
Love you very much Brother.
I knew you in Beaconsfiled in 1971 when you used to come barging into my flat while I was asleep on the bay window ledge one summers day to drag me out into the warm summer sun - I declined of course!!
I knew you when we worked together building that model of St. Paul's Cathedral in a pokey industrial unit filled with fibre glass resin fumes, we joked and pulled each others legs as we rolled another cigarette in those heavy fumes, young, inexperienced and very rude we were.
We worked together on 'Alien' and had laughs at life with it's crazy rational thinking.
We went our own separate ways in the mid 80s and lost touch while building our empires and finding new friends.
Thankfully we managed to find each others friendship again over these last few years and I am forever grateful that we did. It was good to recapture the silliness we had lost and find that all that really matters is that we use our time on this Earth to good effect while we are able.
Be good old mate
Tuesday, 28 February 2012
Marrie, Emma, Hanneke, Maarten, Jaro & Chiel
In addition, some of us wanted to express some more additional words in your memory.
Wat ik nooit zal vergeten, is hoe Marrie en ik zijn verwelkomd in zijn dojo. Het gevoel dat je zo welkom bent is bijzonder geworden, en iets wat ik zal herinneren aan Simon.
Veel sterkte gewenst voor zijn familie en dojo.
On the tatami, you were the one with the devious tricks, placing your hand a bit different so you can take over, when Tori was attempting a technique. Top speed, a whole lot of words, and always a broad smile. Two three times, and the: "Let's try". Especially with your boken (wooden sword). Quickly, looking around, see us goofing, shake your head. One more show and off again. Putting ikkyo, nikkyo, sankyo etc. in one move. My complete disregard for technique made me hate that exercise. But every training I went which was lead by you, we did it at least once! It was only after I decided to take a different look at techniques, that I started to value the exercise.
Sunday, 26 February 2012
I am so glad that we had warning of your demise, we could spend time thinking, drinking, laughing and roaring at the world before finally the silence came.
You were not perfect, you were flawed, but so are we all and we worked through our differences in a way many brothers never manage to even begin.
Thai food, the shared films, red wine, indian food, fun cars, whisky, pub grub, snooker..... So many adult memories that cannot be taken away, sadly some things never done but no regrets.
I am crying as I write this, I cannot help it but I am not ashamed. You are irreplaceable, you were incorrigible, and always inescapable, and sometimes indefatigable in defence of a spurious argument.
Thank God we hugged, said good bye and told each other we loved the other before you went.
All my love
Saturday, 25 February 2012
The celebration will be split into two dad-like activities. The first will be a special memorial aikido class organised by the Aikidojo Haarlem. The second will be a big dinner party in what dad used to call his 'office': the India Palace in Haarlem.
Memorial Aikido Class
14:30 – 17:00 at the Oosterhoutlaan 19, Haarlem
Jack Poole is going to try and come to take (some of the) class. However, if he is not able to manage the trip, class will be led by some of dad's friends and students. RSVP here.
18:00 onwards at the Gedempte Oude Gracht 29, Haarlem
There will be an Indian buffet with a number of dishes, including dad's favourite: Simon Special (hotter than extremely hot! Be careful!). Soft drinks, beer and wine are included. Additionally, a few bottles of whisky will be offered after dinner as a gift from some of dad's generous friends. It might be a nice idea for everyone who has one, to bring along a fun, pretty or silly picture of dad. I'll have some glue and pencils ready, with a big fat book for sticking the pictures in. RSVP here.
To help us cover the costs of dad's party, an envelope, basket, bucket, or other kind of container will be present at the party for anyone willing to contribute to put something in.
I have been coming to the Netherlands since I first met Mr Bacas in 1978 and since 1980 these visits were made from Japan. Whenever I came to the Netherlands and visited Haarlem, I always spent some 'quality time' with Simon: drinking tea at home, testing my mouth against the flaming curries prepared at a number of restaurants (my mouth always failed the tests), eating 'power' breakfasts (always including sausages) or drinking stronger stuff than tea in the dining room / whisky bar of the Carlton Square Hotel, dining at the fort or elsewhere, with or without Martijn and Louison. The whisky bar was once the place of a memorable evening with Simon and especially Liduina discussing Plato and from now on I shall be somewhat lost if I go to a Thai or Indian restaurant in Haarlem, for Simon usually ordered for me.
I think our paths crossed more in Holland than in the UK, but I recollect numerous references in past conversations to M Kanetsuka, the Sekiyas, Hillfield Road, and fishing with K Chiba. Once, however, our paths crossed in Japan and Simon is still fondly remembered in Hiroshima for some of the things he is remembered for in Holland: friendship, good conversation, enjoying good food and drink. I had hoped that the 'bucket list' he was compiling would have included another trip.
But it was not to be and Simon has left us. Condolences to Liduina and all the family -- and have a very good party on March 10.
Chairman (General Director)
International Aikido Federation (IAF)
Friday, 24 February 2012
Wednesday, 22 February 2012
When I got to know Simon in the early and mid 80s, he and Liduina were living in Burnham, in the south of England. Whenever I had to confer with my tutor at Reading University I would spend one or two nights there and we would chat, have dinner and a drink (or two). I remember one evening Simon giving me a tour of the haunts and watering holes (there were a few of those) where he used to hang as a teenager. I have fond memories of those Burnham visits, and an anecdote or two to tell!.
It soon became apparent to me that Simon was not what you would call conventional. His creative streak was glaringly obvious (as testified by the various modelled objects in the yard and garage), and this streak reflected his mind, as from his remarks and interjections it transpired that he looked at life from a totally different angle - "out of the box" in today's jargon. In one conversation, we agreed that he was probably the reincarnation of a druid - which became a sort of running joke, but I believe it would explain much, including his love of and commitment to Aikido (with its intrinsic spirituality and rituals), his indifference to a "bourgeois" way of life (though he would not have used that term), and all things "magical" (including Apple products!). You might say that Simon lived *in* this society but was not *of* this society.
Yet throughout the ups and downs of his life (there were a few of those, too), he always remained optimistic and true to himself, drawing fulfillment from personal relationships, his family, his sport, helping others with PC issues, rather than from pecuniary gain.
One thing is for sure: there wasn't a malicious thread in him, and if there were more Simons this world would surely be a better place.
I will miss him.
More to the point though: who will now do the filming at our family gatherings?
With much love to Liduina, Tasmin, Maya and Galen,
Tuesday, 21 February 2012
Om zo veel mogelijk bij hem te zijn ben ik de laatste maanden samen met Erik Louw naar de maandelijkse Aikido training gekomen.
Het was fijn te zien dat Simon dit op prijs stelde.
Erik Louw is op dit moment in Argentinië en vandaag heb ik hem gesproken en hij wenst jullie allemaal sterkte.
De blog gaf me het gevoel dat ik dicht bij hem kon zijn en ik stel het bijzonder op prijs dat jullie dit met anderen hebben willen delen.
De foto van zijn dode lichaam was confronterend maar gaf me de mogelijkheid om het verlies van zijn leven te verwerken.
I was so sad to receive the message that Simon passed away. It was
comforting to know that Simon was surrounded by his family and beloved
ones. Your blog gave us the opportunity to be close yet so far away.
Simon is a special Aikido-buddy to me. More that 20 years ago our
Aikido-paths crossed and we've been bumpin' on eachother on and off
the tatami eversince. I want to express my sincere gratitude for all
the good times with Simon. Laughing, having a drink, experiencing his
Aikido on the tatami and always joking about silly
Simon is a close friend of our dojo for many years. We truely enjoy
his seminars: his Aikido endeavour is enormous and his teachings
always opens new perspectives. Simon is a kind and warm person, always
speaking fondly about his family and always prepared to share. He will
be truely missed.........
I'm sure that he's watching us from above and smiling. I guess he'll
resume training soon with the other big Aikido-dudes above........
Rob & Yvonne de Wolff
Instructors & members
Niseikan Dojo Uden
Geacht Bestuur van Yuwakai,Namens alle lijnverenigingen van de Aikikai sectie van Aikido Nederland wil ik u condoleren met het verlies van Simon Deering.Hij zal gemist worden.Ik wens u veel sterkte.Met vriendelijk groet,Siavash DerakhshanVoorzitter Aikikai SectieAikido Nederland
Met vriendelijke groet,
I want to send you and your family my condolences with this loss.
I also want to thank you, for the blog.
I have appreciated it very much, it was a wonderful way of being close.
I admire your strength to share all the information, which much have been painful at times.
For me, as a friend of Simon, it was so comforting to read about the good care he received from all of you.
Thank you so very much.
My heart and thoughts go out to you and your family.
May peace comfort your pains, and memories fill your hearts with warmth and joy.
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Sunday, 19 February 2012
With a 5 eurocent coin and a 10 yen coin for the ferryman.
Saturday, 18 February 2012
Wednesday, 15 February 2012
Tuesday, 14 February 2012
Monday, 13 February 2012
About forty minutes later we arrived at dad's. The living room was pitch black and deserted, which was unusual. As a matter of fact, all the windows in the front of the house were dark. Galen had heard the front door open so he came down to tell us they were all upstairs with dad. So Sjoerd and I climbed the stairs and joined mum, Maya and Galen in a semi-circle around dad's hospital bed. Dad was sitting up, leaning his head against mum's head. Shortly after we arrived he leaned back and had 'the machine' (the hospital bed) lower him into a lying position. Maya pointed out that I had arrived. Dad turned his head and looked me in the eye, "Hello!" He was glad we'd made it. Dad grabbed my hand and held onto it for a while, repeating, "I'm glad... glad... glad you made it... glad you're all here now... Tasmin broke the record... first time ever..." I don't know what the latter meant.
After a while Galen took dad's hand. "My son," dad said, "my... son." Galen assured dad that he hadn't given up yet, he was still searching for the aikido spirit. He'd still try to follow in dad's footsteps.
A little while later dad got restless. He needed a wee. We all had to leave the room so he could do his business. Mum and Maya stayed to help him. Sjoerd warmed up some food for everyone, and once we were allowed back up we brought the food and ate in dad's room. Dad wanted to sit up again. Then lie back down. Then sit up again... it wasn't looking like he'd be letting go this evening. I went down stairs and made everyone tea, then brought the tea up. Dad was still sitting up, lying down, sitting up... then he wanted drinks. All of them. Ginger ale, milk, water, tomato juice... he drank the lot. But left the tea. Shortly after that he needed another wee. This time he just got out of bed and walked to the bathroom... that doesn't look much like someone who's decided it's time to go.
After dad got back into bed, he was in a lot of pain. A lot. Dad never groaned or moaned when he had a headache, or had surgery... but now the pain is so intense he cringes and winces, sighs, "Ow... owowow..." He wanted more drugs. "Which would you like, dad?" "Drugs! More drugs!" Eventually mum helped him take another 10 mg of oxycodone. It wasn't long until dad wasn't very clear headed any more. He lay down on his side, and snoozed. Galen was the first do decide there wasn't much use waiting for the letting go any more, and went to bed. Sjoerd and I went home a little while later. Maybe dad wants to let go on his own, in the night?
Sunday, 5 February 2012
After a week of contemplating and preparing and eventually deciding, dad stayed at home in stead of going to the dojo, while class was taken by Erik. Lots of people showed up, and from 12:15 till 13:00 Louison was made to work extremely hard. It had been a very difficult exam, but he'd made Erik proud.
Martijn (Louison's father) phoned after the grading to see if it was an appropriate time for Erik, Louison and himself to come round to see dad. Because dad was the one who had to grade Louison. Martijn had told mum over the phone that he'd never seen such a long, tough exam, but that he'd seen lots of nice things. Erik had said that dad would be even prouder than Erik himself, and Erik hadn't been this proud in a long, long time. After the grading Erik had called Martijn to the front of the class and announced, in dad's name, that the dojo will be passed on to Martijn. After that, Martijn sat next to Erik facing the class for the bow that ended practice.
Louison, Martijn and Erik arrived a few minutes after the phone call. They were ushered into the living room while mum went up to see if dad was awake. I offered them a drink while they waited—but before they'd received their coffee they could go upstairs, before dad had to sit up waiting too long.
We all waited in the hall outside dad's bedroom while mum and Maya sorted chairs and prepared dad. Helloes were said and we all sat down around dad. Dad was more alert than he'd been in weeks. He'd made a special effort to take as little pain killers as possible to be able to be as clear headed as he could for when Louison would come. We were amazed.
Martijn got out the iPad that was used to film Louison's grading, and Louison showed dad. Dad watched carefully, evaluating whether Louison did well enough to earn his shodan:
And to sign where the signature goes:
Martijn was asked to fill in the date:
And then it was official:
Here's yer black belt, Louison:
|Galen, Sjoerd, Maya, mum, Martijn, Erik|
|"Nah, I want the black one!"|
|The black one.|
I congratulated Louison, and gave him a present:
Thursday, 2 February 2012
Wednesday, 1 February 2012