Today my Pop is gone from us a year. In some ways it seems like the year has flown by, and in others it feels like it's been forever since I heard his voice or laugh. There have been bright moments, of course, but I have constantly felt during the course of the year, and I still do, that someone has painted gray paint over my life...leaving it drab in comparison. Loss of my Pop is the main reason for this dreariness, but I thinking being reminded of mortality and the finality of death and the loneliness of the journey that waits for all of us is also a big part of it. Most of you wouldn't know this tidbit about me, but when I was working my way through undergraduate school I worked for a time as a clinical associate in a hospital. While I did "glamorous" things like EKGs and blood draws, I mainly helped patients eat, get cleaned up and back and forth. And, sometimes I was there when they passed. The experience came in handy last year when we brought my father home to pass away, and it will come in handy again while my mother recuperates from her hip surgery...but the experience made me see things differently from before I worked there, and the passing of my father has built on that even more so. Life is fragile and precious. And our experiences and losses make their mark on us as much, if not more than, our successes and happiness.
There's a beautiful movie I love called, "Memoirs of a Geisha," and a line by the narrator goes like this: At the temple, there is a poem called loss carved into the stone, it has three words, but the poet has scratched them out...you cannot read loss, only feel it...
I've often thought how wise that statement is, but while flipping through a catalog I ran across two poems by Judith Bulock Morse that caught my eye.
Dad
How well do I remember, the special times we had
The times and seasons of my life
With a very special dad
How well do I remember
The day God called you home
You slipped into his loving arms, and I felt so all alone
Now my heart will carry memories
Of the love you gave to me
Until we meet again in heaven
Where the best is yet to be.
And.....
You Will Be Remembered
You will be remembered when the flowers bloom in spring
And in the summertime remembered
In the fun that summer brings
You will be remembered
When fall brings leaves of gold
In the wintertime remembered in the stories told
And you will be remembered, each day right from the start
For the memories that we once shared
Forever live within my heart
Thinking of you today, tomorrow and always Pop
Love Wobbie
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