As I sit here, looking around and admiring the absolute splendor of our little Piece/Peace of Heaven on Mother Earth, I am reminded of another awesome kind of absolute splendor, that being the power of Love.
My Dad, was larger than life in so many ways, being the most obvious, that he stood 6 foot, 9 inches tall and weighing in over 300 pounds, up to the year 1997. February 12th, 1997, at approximately 2:00 pm, he quietly ventured beyond the veil, to shores better suited for the next leg of his journey. It was, at the time, one of the hardest things I had to endure; and yet, one of the most gratifying. To be able to bring comfort and ease of mind, body and soul, to a man who had loved me, more than life itself, for over 35 years of my life, was but a small price to pay. He had such a profound effect on my life, as did my Mother, albeit, her influence is but for another conversation.
My Dad, was a man before his time, as evidenced through his parenting skills, where I was concerned. I say, “where I was concerned”, for a reason, because when it came to my three older brothers, he was a typical father!!! Now I will also say, that good ole Dad had a little feminine help from my maternal great-grandmother. Apparently, she was well known for her rather unique and accurate intuitive (some call it psychic) abilities and prior to my birth, called my Dad aside and gave him the “low-down” on what was coming down the birth-canal. Prior to 1998, I was not privy to this said conversation and the details therein. In the spring of 1998, certain details came to my attention and thus, I am told, that great-granny, advised my Dad of the date of my impending arrival, what sex I would be and what type of a parent he would HAVE TO BE, in order to assist me through life. Apparently she made it quite clear that, “this child needs a certain type of space within which to grow into the woman she came here to be”.
One thing I remember well, was that my Dad refrained from telling me how or what to think. When he felt I had a firm grasp on the English language, ensuring that I had my mind, heart and moral compass aligned and in proper working order, that is when I was handed the power the choose for myself. If memory serves me correct, I was still in grade school, probably not more than 9 years of age. WOW, that was along time ago!!! Whenever I wished to do anything out of my normal daily routine, I would go to my Dad, and ask if I was permitted to … If we did not have any prior plans, my Dad’s usual response was either, “see ya and make sure you are back in plenty of time to …” OR “Are you REALLY sure you want to do that?”. Now, it did not take me long to figure out, that when I heard those words, it usually meant that I DEFINITELY DID NOT WANT TO … because the consequences, which would be suffered BY ME ALONE, were not worth the cost!!! My Dad did not spend a lot of wasted time worrying, he merely cut to the chase and helped me to “see” that I was always going to be accountable for all of my thoughts, words and deeds. He also was a firm believer in tough-love for the “short sighted” viewpoint. Tough-love is merely just being consistent in “saying what you mean and meaning what you say”, then following through to the next stage.
My point in all of this is that, when we look around at every sector that affects and influences every moment of our daily lives, it appears that we have hit an all time record low in the “social graces of old”. I have spent a lifetime of sincerely questioning those adults around me as to “why does it HAVE to be this way?”. My Dad used to encourage me to ask questions, “otherwise how else are you going to learn anything properly”, he used to say. We NEED more critical thinkers, to ask, and yes DEMAND if need be, the obvious questions to those in positions of so-called power, “why are we continuously being drawn into or have decisions being made for us, that CLEARLY are not in our best interests”. Each and every one of us, is in our own way responsible, accountable and able to fix these problems and it all begins with the person staring back at you every time you look in the mirror.
I miss my Dad. I miss the simplicity of our deep soul-full and thought provoking conversations. I miss his strong yet quiet way of walking with me during difficult times. Mostly, I feel truly blessed beyond any measure possible, for the love, the wisdom and, for the cherished memories, lasting a lifetime.
Maybe one day we will all look back at these times and fondly remember …
Much Love and Blessings, Granny