My Father’s birthday was yesterday — he would have been 87 — It’s not true I didn’t like him — except sometimes and for years — I hope the same can be said of me — mostly likable
Our suburban lower-middle-class home was built without a fireplace — although they selected from a set of possible designs to be put on our freshly bulldozed ex-orchard lot — a fireplace was above the budget — knowing how much me - we - him like a good fire he built one himself just before I left for college
For a while — during the early intermediate stage of his dementia he became non-sectarian zen master — he couldn’t remember what he was angry about — or what to blame me for
Long before we were born — they were dreaming of us — I tended to catch on fire during my early life — is this how it happened?
A wonderful honouring. Keep him in your heart, talk to him often. Tell him what you are doing, how you are living, what you are thinking.
My father has been gone for several years, my step-father for many more. I find myself in conversation with them, and various others of the paternal line. All is preparation for returning to source/going home.
Some lovely pictures there.
A wonderful honouring. Keep him in your heart, talk to him often. Tell him what you are doing, how you are living, what you are thinking.
My father has been gone for several years, my step-father for many more. I find myself in conversation with them, and various others of the paternal line. All is preparation for returning to source/going home.
Bright Blessings,
G