Goodbye Dad
As many of you now know my father made the next step in the great journey on May 03, 2009. I wish him well.
It is very hard to write about ones father for there are so many directions you can take. Memories both pleasant and not so pleasant play into what the heart must say. Times long forgotten come rushing into the soul as if they were playing out before your very face, yet these too are not what need be said. His passing moments kept for those who held his heart in their hands as he stepped over and then beyond. Or, perhaps about his adventures shared with you, (but you were only a spectator within the story) longing to have been there to have the thrill of the experience.
Should you write about troubles long over? Some difficult others sown in bitter words or ones of the imagination. Should you count the tear drops shed over the lost of his first love and the one from were you gathered the very blood that flows through your heart now hurting from confusion. Do you hold him guilty without charge for that which could not have had a choice ending. Do you hear his words over and over, those same words which for years passing have echoed through your soul yet you fought to not heed refusing to take them to heart.
Perhaps your write on the views, beliefs and stands he took. Only to discover many were your own after all and those which were not still belonged to him and therefore are more valuable than sliver. Write about his stand in religion but wouldn’t that be in fact be attacking his faith for which no man should judge another. To believe to is live to be convinced is to vacillate.
You could write about those left behind and what he meant to them yet those are words which they should write themselves. Write about pains unbearable yet carried through strength, courage and raw determination. Write about hearts broken or hearts enthralled. Write about those whom he loved or loved him, those who he hated most likely none for hate was never shown and could surely not share within a heart of piety.
So when the words have failed and story remains in a incomplete state there becomes but one word left to perform and to live it regarding him forever. Honour, my commitment to you dad, and so for now a fair journey to you. Deuteronomy 5:16
Hard are the ways the times and the fears when the great man has to say goodbye,
THE GREAT MAN
Many are the pains, the hurts and the tears of his loves which are left to cry,
Living that which held in store, short is his life in seventy or eighty years,
To accomplish the chores having victory over the pain and the smears,
The great man is wonder which is soon taken away,
He is feared and he is awed never is he swayed,
His heart is a stone in an unbreakable faith,
His heart is of love, a solid true mans trait.
He is a leader has been a follower a man who will not change,
A teacher, a lover, a hater rearranged,
The great man is now gone I long of him to emulate,
I am but who I am and there lies my fate,
Great men cry alone but for their mistake,
Tears of little crystal very real never fake,
But for others those seem to fade,
Flowing down cheeks of fear of the victories they have laid,
Great men make their buckets lists and then forgo their wishes,
Giving smiles to strangers and to grandchildren golden fishes,
Great men are rarely alone yet so very lonely,
True to their love, their one and only,
Great men give roses not say I’m sorry but just because they do,
They pick bachelor buttons in the morning dew,
Great men kiss faces both young and old,
Then away they slip to be great in another world.
His legacy, my future. Joel and Claire
An amazing man has left, but for those of us that maybe didn’t know him well still will miss him. Small short but strong memories live. For me they were memories of love and laughter. Memories of fishing, of very random trips and memories of kindness and love only a grandfather could give me. I remember seeing so much of my own father in him and so much of my father in my son. I have the joy of seeing a great man daily in my family around me. I imagine him so full of life and vitality, the same as I see in my dad and son. I love to imagine the kind of man he was, but still am only left with the memories of him. I am thankful that few as they may have been, were so strong and full of love. A handsome, kind, happy, loving man is the man that I knew and will never forget.
Comment by Jennifer Kalenuik — May 27, 2009 @ 1:06 pm |