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16 years

Sixteen years.  It has been 16 years since dad died.  Which is a long time…yet it feels like yesterday my world was flipped over.  This year has been most reflective for me.  Having Junior and the stress of medical issues around his birth and post-partum caused me to think of him a lot and wonder how he did it.  How he supported my mom, how he dealt with infant rejection, how he lived without sleep.  It made me wish I could just ask and be comforted.  Struggling to balance work, church, home life, husbanding, fathering, house maintenance and relaxing (in no particular order) made me wonder his secret.

I don’t suspect he would have told me one thing or made it sound simple or even directly answered my questions, but he would have encouraged me.  Which I think sometimes would be better than most other options have I tried lately for coping.

Never has the loss of my father felt more awkward.

I have spent many sleepless nights—some caused by junior, others by my sicknesses…which were caused by junior’s daycare—pondering Dad’s loss.   How any age is bad to lose a father, but 19 is really bad.  Too late to have another father figure in the home.  Too early to have become a father figure myself.   Or something like that.

I thought about how Georgia was never home again…even though I attempted 3 times to make it such.  How it will never be complete again…and I don’t think it should be.  How sometimes the best end to a story is a tragic one.  And how an ending needs to be allowed to close a story.

So as I reflect on another year, I try not to wonder how it could have been different.  Because if one action is changed in the past it could impact every action in the present.  So if he didn’t die, I could be an alcoholic still living in Fairbanks, Alaska who never left but struggled to keep hold to one dream.  If he didn’t die, I could still be single and lonely.  If those cars hadn’t collided, my life could have still been on the same course I planned when I was 15.

A life without Portland, office work, the beautiful Hannah and our firstborn son and a house and asian travel and a strong, realistic faith, and friends that impact life when they move away, and all of the good things I have.

But even that doesn’t make the tears burn less, or time fly faster.

I miss you Dad. A lot. A lot.

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Fifteen

I have spent the last little while cleaning up my Facebook feed, skipping through music and moving songs around an iPod that doesn’t even work and looking for a great picture that deals with “15”. because I don’t want to write but here it goes…

In the last week I have seen a lot of crazy drivers as I walk to and from work.  They are driving the wrong way down the lane/ one way road, making illegal left or right turns barely missing oncoming traffic…or trains…or speeding through red lights more than a couple clicks after it turned.  This last week when I saw them, my back and chest tensed up like it had 14 or so years ago.  Then I often felt like I was bracing for impact.  Constantly replaying my dad’s last seconds on earth (as I had created them in my head since I was 4100 miles away).  Now I am imagining my beautiful wife, junior, one of the homeless I know who have been hit.

The fear is as scary today as it was fifteen years ago.  The feeling of helplessness and complete and utter lack of control is the same.  But I seem to be learning a little more about letting go each day.  How if I am not in control, I shouldn’t be holding on so tight.

It hit me a month or so ago, that dad would finally have been able to retire.  He would have finally been 62 and done with striving to be employed.  The largest “what if” I have in life…

What if.. dad was still alive?

It seems almost cruel.  His body was giving out fifteen years ago and would he have been able to butcher or run a meat market for the last 15 years?  Would he have survived all of the layoffs of the past few years?  Would retail have driven him literally insane or crushed his creativity to the point of just working to live?  Would…

That is a cruel line of question for all of us, but it makes me wonder more now than ever before if there is a grand plan?  If there is someone more powerful, more intelligent, and more gentle than us in control of this thing called life…

Yes, it would have been amazing to not run from any commitments for 10 years and for my son to have a grandfather to hold and spoil him.  For my search for a male mentor to never have been needed and for me not to worry about death constantly.

But if that moment 15 years never happened, today probably would look a lot different and would just as likely be as worse as it would be like the better in my thoughts.

So after fifteen years, maybe I am finally seeing good in that horrible day, but I still don’t like that it had to happen.

I miss you, Dad.

DadOh, and here’s that picture I spent 35 minutes finding…same one as last year.

 

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Death and Heaven

RichardI am mourning for a man I never knew.  Like my father, and father -in-law, he died too young by our earthly calculations.  I heard him speak a handful of times and read his words a couple more handfuls of times, but never had a real conversation with him more than to shake his hand and thank him for speaking.  The beautiful Hannah and I had imagined plans to have dinner with him one day when that real conversation might happen.

The beautiful Hannah has mentioned more than once that her father will get to have dinner with him before us.  They will meet in heaven.  Which has gotten me thinking about heaven again and I am not sure how I feel about that.  I am not sure if I agree or more honestly, if I want to know what heaven is like.   When I first started getting into church— as in listening, reading and taking to heart – church and biblical ideas the general consensus was that heaven would be one large praise and worship party.  This always scared me.  I enjoy loud, rock worship as much as the next 23 year old in a 33 year old’s body, but… I am not sure if I want to do it eternally.

Before that I went to a singles ministry (for fellowship, ya know) that was non-denominational at a southern Baptist church and led by the conservative Baptist minded leaders of said church.  More than once the mention of streets of gold was made.  At the time the hip hop world I was surrounded by was obsessed with platinum, which made me wonder why God—as the sovereign creator and designer of our faith—used a less than most precious metal to pave his paradise.  Was he not wasteful? Or was gold actually more precious to him?  Or did it matter at all?

As I explained some of my ideas about heaven to friends and my objections a lot of them agreed with me.  Often this is where it ended.  Until in recent years I have chatted with agnostics and atheists what are worried about Christians projections of heaven because it stops them from caring for this world environmentally, socially and charitably.  I like their thoughts that we as Christians should care more about this life that we can define than the next (if you believe in that) which is unknown and a major surprise.

As a follower of the Jesus Way– with Richard, I am committed to helping those around me today more than worrying about what kind of music I will hear or what I will walk on in the next life.  That is why the beautiful Hannah and I have decided to honor the man we never actually communed with by donating to his legacy.  He lived a life worthy of remembering but also left many holes both physical and financial for his foundation and his family.  If you want to join us (we want 8 friends to help with $100), please let me know.  All the needed information is found here.  If you think you can do a full share of the ask, please follow the steps at the link.

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The Season of Death

Friends…I am in the season of death.

I have been using this phrase for a couple weeks now.  For some I think it is equated with the changing leaves and their death.  The sun is dying and in Portland everything kind of gets a morbid grey feel.  I attempt to figure out when my Seasonal Affected Disorder (SAD) will hit and pull out the waterproof clothing and thinker boots.  Then before I know it I am remembering death more than desired.

There is a lot of death to be remembered in this season and while I love the changing weather and being able to wear jeans, hoodies and warm hats, I am reminded of the loss of family members and friends.

Unfortunately joining lives with the beautiful Hannah it has increased.  Both of our father’s birthdays are in this season and both of them died in December.  Plus grandfathers, grandmothers, and friends.

Also unfortunately this year has been punctuated my eldest aunt’s death on Thanksgiving day.  A death she chose which is a new one for me.  She has been in failing health for a few years and homebound for even more years.  It saddens me that given the choice, she chose to die.  But I also respect her decision…a lot.

She died on her terms.  She chose in her right mind that years more alone, on medications was not what she wanted.   Others don’t get to chose.  Something I know too well … and I have been forced to come to terms with that.

As I get older, I am realizing this season will get worse not better.  As I come to terms with one death there will be another.  And when this season is over there will be another that I have one or two deaths or another weekend of three deaths to deal with.

And so I must come to terms with this season of death…and death itself.

This piece is intentionally choppy and multi- topic-ed.  It is meant to show how my brain works around death.   

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14 years

Who would have guessed when I wrote this last year on this I would be sitting writing this in a little apartment a few feet from my wife?

My dad. That’s who!

14 years have passed. Fourteen long tiring years of figuring out how to live life without a dad to call and question.  Without being able to find any suitable replacement and without being able to even contemplate what that means most of the time.  Last year, I cried a lot.  Around friends and counselors.  This year feels different.   It might be because I have been able to do a couple things in the last year that I think would have made him proud.

1. Gave up my selfish plans when a beautiful girl crossed my path.

2. Made the hard decisions to keep her protected

3. Doing whatever is necessary to show her she is worth more to me than anything else.

Last year, I was reminded how many bad jobs my dad worked to provided for our family.  This year I am reminded of the time we (just me and dad) drove all over Smyrna, Marietta, Powder Springs, Mableton, Austell, Douglasville, and Lithia Springs to find a present for my mom.

I was a teenager, maybe an older teenager of 16 or 17.  I had better things to do.  It was cold and getting in and out of the car as we stopped in multiple strip mall jewelry stores was not what I wanted to do.  I am sure there was some taped David Letterman to watch or a book to read.

I am sure he saw it as a chance to spend time with me, as most of my high school years required errand runs be bonding time.  It was two days before Christmas I think and the purchase must be made that day.  He hadn’t found the time between work, church and mom being around to have this adventure.  But he was determined to find my mom a charm for her bracelet.  Because it was his tradition – to buy something meaningful that she would keep forever.   And it was what she liked and how he showed love.

I also remember that we didn’t just drive around to get the best deal…although money was an issue.  We drove around to get the right gift to express his love for her.  It took a while but was worth it to a man of little free time, because she was worth it.

And even though I was probably as bad as any angsty teen on TV I learned from you, dad.

Thanks for letting me learn from you.  I miss you, Dad.

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