Yesterday, Saturday the 24th, I wrote this post … but was unable to send it until today.
Today, I pushed something away, something of importance. Then I brought it back in, embraced it. A year ago, my Dad finished his race, crossing the line into the Place where most of us will go, when we are finished here, a place where we don’t suffer anymore, and we are joyous beyond our comprehension. I know that place as Heaven. It was the day my Dad died that I wrote a short tribute. https://t7danieldavis.wordpress.com/…/06/24/dad-man-a-trib…/
I have great confidence, he is happier than ever. No pain. I envision him sitting with countless individuals from the War, especially in the South Pacific, swapping stories of the good memories … only the good memories. *NOTE: my dad is not in this picture. But it reminds me of my dad, laughing.
Dad was a golfer. I get these images in my mind of beautiful fairways and greens, Dad hitting the ball well, avoiding the rough. The weather is good, not too hot, slight breeze, the sun peeking out from time to time.
It is good to remember: but what I remember, and how I remember, is important. Letting people, and my stuff, go as I put one foot in front of the other; as I make my efforts to love well, and grieve well; as I laugh when those wonderful opportunities come … These also important, along with remembering. I have taken a good look at different pieces of my life, over the past year, and one of those is my selfishness. Dad’s not suffering. So, maybe I am more concerned about myself. When someone I love goes, because it is his time to go, and because he wants to go, rewarded for his life with a place of unfathomable goodness …Shouldn’t I be happy for them? And I am. Truly I am. Yet, I am sad because there were signficant things that I wish I would have told him … things that I failed to tell him. I miss his presence, although his pain and his fatigue prevented him from actually being … fully … present. I write about all this, even though the man moved on a year ago, because I am trying to connect with my “here-and-now”: how his life affected me and impacts me on this day, in the night, in the mornings. I am considering what he taught me, that I can apply today, if I have the courage to do so. Lastly, I am considering the precious people who are in my life now … so that I can enjoy them, now … and love them, now.