Friday, June 18, 2010
The loss of any parent is life altering. It is profound and rocks us at the core. My Father died when I was the younger side of 12, the summer of 1972. He had a massive coronary at a picnic for my brother's baseball team. The boys were out playing with their Dads.
My Father came in off the field complaining of not feeling well. We had no idea he but minutes to live. The paramedics were called. Back then, they really weren't EMT's like there are today. Just glorified taxi drivers. They made to my Dad but didn't know how to diagnosis a man of 34.
I remember the last words my Dad spoke to me. They will forever be written in my heart. Afterwards I was taken to the hospital to pick up his things. I will never forget the massive blood all over his clothes.
What had they done to my Dad? I was too young to absorb the violence that had been performed to try to save his life. My Mother took my younger brother to talk to the Emergency Room Doctor. My 9 year old brother wasn't processing the loss, or so they thought. I was? I wish someone had taken the time to see me and realize that I also needed to look the man who tried to save one of the most important people in my life, and ask him the questions that have gone so very long unanswered.
But I was only a daughter, not a son. Times were different then. Family and friends seemed most concerned about my brother's loss of a Father, than me and my younger sister.
It matters to a daughter too.
With aching heart
I whisper low.
God Bless you Daddy
I miss you so.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Well, I am going to be a Grandma again. This time I am so very excited. You see there is a nest outside my window in the most beautiful of trees. I hadn't noticed the Mother Robin making the nest at all. But much to my delight, she sits there patiently warming her most precious little blue eggs.
Copyright 2010 - Photo by Christine McClintock
Having three children, all daughters who have each flown the nest out into the world. I miss them and their giggling. Their playful chatter and even the fighting, sisters so often do. I have learned that all things in life are in the process of growth and change. They start out as precious little eggs, hatch and one day fly away, both children and birds.
Personally, I have always believed that we give birth to our children twice. Once when they come into the world and then again, and perhaps in a more painful way, when we let them go out into the world. I do not envy the Mother Robin one bit. I do share in her Motherhood though.
So enjoy I shall, these little remembrances of my girls as I watch these little baby Robins. Gone are my parent teacher conferences, the softball and basketball games. The seemingly endless line of boys at the door and the phone calls, oh those endless phone calls! I miss all that and more. My little chicks have grown into beautiful confident young women and each has flown beautifully.
Now I can just watch and enjoy these new little lives appear before my eyes, and then happily watch them fly away some day soon.
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It is simply entitled:
I asked God for strength, that I might achieve,
I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey.
I asked for health, that I might do greater things,
I was given infirmity, that I might do better things.
I asked for riches, that I might be happy,
I was given poverty, that I might be wise.
I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men,
I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God.
I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life.
I was given life, that I might enjoy all things.
I got nothing I asked for, but everything I had hoped for.
Almost despite myself,
My unspoken prayers were answered.
I am among all men,
most richly blessed.
By an unknown Confederate Soldier