A year ago today, I was in Germany. A year ago today, it was my dad's birthday. Now it's just another day, albeit one with awful weather, with just a hint of sadness behind the date on the calendar. My dad's favorite cake was carrot and he was always elusive when it came to gift ideas. I think Christmas of '09 he told me of a few books he wanted, but that was probably the most I got out of him. He would turn 48 today. Friday night I heard the most wonderful piece of music called "Blessings." It was in four movements and had a poem for each one. A poem of mother to son on the day of his birth, a poem of father to daughter when she's a day old, father to son as a young child, and mother to daughter on the day when all parents need to let go. It was played by a band with solo cello and oboe and it definitely made me tear up. I felt sick all day today--not sure if I'm coming down with something or if I didn't have the energy to be productive on this emotional day. I feel for all children who lose their parents both young and old. Someone so strong and with such an impact on your life suddenly gone is the worst feeling.
I think the weather agrees with me today.
Happy Birthday, Dad.
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