Wed 23 Aug 2006
An invisible red thread connects those destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread my stretch or tangle, but never break. ~Ancient Chinese Proverb
I think sometimes about connections. And, honestly, how we all get by in this lifetime. I will be waiting on line somewhere like the MVA, or the bank, or the big box superstore, and I will take stock of what I am doing and who is around. And, then, that precise moment, I think about spending my time where and when it counts. I feel like this ride goes by so very fast, friends…. and a moment wasted is a moment lost.
You see… in the merriment of the cowboy’s upcoming birthday fiesta… there is a tinge of sadness. I wish, beyond any wish I have ever wished, that my dad could be there to see his first and only grandchild. He got to see him when he was less than 3 months old…. and sadly passed away as a result of a car accident.
He was a great guy, not without faults, but so human. So kind. He mellowed with age…. he settled into his life. He had regrets.. but tried to be the best guy that he could be. He called me almost everyday….. and wanted to know how “my boy” was. I miss those calls more than anything….
So…. I am hoping that red thread between my boy and his Grandpa Tiger never breaks…
I love you dad.
August 23rd, 2006 at 7:35 am
I’m betting he’s looking down at the cowboy every day! Have you heard Lucy Kaplanksy’s Red Thread? Lovely.
August 23rd, 2006 at 7:40 am
What a beautiful post, E. He is definitely looking down and seeing “my boy”
August 23rd, 2006 at 9:11 am
Your story makes me sad, but hopeful. In 1999 both of my in-laws passed away due to illness. My oldest daughter was only 2 1/2, my middle daughter was almost 1 and my youngest wasn’t yet born. Shortly after my MIL’s death while dressing the girls to go play my 3 year old wouldn’t hold still, she kept dancing around and waving. Finally I asked her what she was doing. Her response was, “I’m waving to the lady in the closet.” I saw nothing. I asked her if the lady was still there and she said, “Yes, it’s Grandma.” I then asked her to go point to the lady. She walked into the closet, looked around and said, “She left, can I go play?”. My daughters have not seen her since, but I do believe that she is watching over us all. I regret that neither of them got to meet my youngest child or lived to watch them in person. I do beleive though that your dad is watching the Cowboy and he’s very proud of both of you.
August 23rd, 2006 at 9:16 am
He’s with you always. I believe that to be true.
August 23rd, 2006 at 9:35 am
I often wonder if my dad sees me during my “good mother” moments, and there are days when I hope he is off heavenly golfing with Johnny Carson or Abe Lincoln or someone on my bad mother days.
Those photos are lovely. He looks so very happy.
August 23rd, 2006 at 2:56 pm
He’ll always be with you - just close your eyes and he’ll be there