"Burden"-G
Mark's not sure how much longer he can bear this by himself. So many opportunities he'd had in childhood to ask his father about the pictures and the medals...and he hadn't. He'd let it pass him by so now the story of his grandfather was his to carry on alone. He can see, from the letters exchanged by both parties that there was obvious affection there. His grandfather and the king had been friends. And not just fair weather friends, but real ones, two people who really got each other and took a great deal of delight from each other's company.
As he pulls on his shoes to head out the door for yet another interview, another person asking him about his feelings on the movie, Mark can't help but wish that his grandfather was here to see all of this. Better yet, to speak for himself. He'd never had the chance to meet Lionel Logue. Never had the opportunity to sit on his knee like all grandchildren did with their grandfathers. He'd never had the chance to ask him about what it was like to be speech therapist to a king.
There was a hole in his heart, one that would never really be healed. All he had were questions and while some of them were able to be answered, many of them weren't. And he mourned for that. He grieved for the knowledge he would never be granted in this life.
At times like these, his grandfather's story felt like an immense burden to Mark. But he knew that it was important. And it was his responsibility to see that it was told. So he would climb in his car. He would grant every interview asked of him. Because he felt like he owed to to Lionel. And to Bertie, in a smaller sense.
Squaring his shoulders to face the world, Mark looks once more at his desk. The autographed pictures sit there and as he looks at the signature of a man who rose up to conquer his fears and serve his country, Mark only hopes that he will have half as much courage to be strong and carry on.
As he pulls on his shoes to head out the door for yet another interview, another person asking him about his feelings on the movie, Mark can't help but wish that his grandfather was here to see all of this. Better yet, to speak for himself. He'd never had the chance to meet Lionel Logue. Never had the opportunity to sit on his knee like all grandchildren did with their grandfathers. He'd never had the chance to ask him about what it was like to be speech therapist to a king.
There was a hole in his heart, one that would never really be healed. All he had were questions and while some of them were able to be answered, many of them weren't. And he mourned for that. He grieved for the knowledge he would never be granted in this life.
At times like these, his grandfather's story felt like an immense burden to Mark. But he knew that it was important. And it was his responsibility to see that it was told. So he would climb in his car. He would grant every interview asked of him. Because he felt like he owed to to Lionel. And to Bertie, in a smaller sense.
Squaring his shoulders to face the world, Mark looks once more at his desk. The autographed pictures sit there and as he looks at the signature of a man who rose up to conquer his fears and serve his country, Mark only hopes that he will have half as much courage to be strong and carry on.