Third Sunday of June....
Jun. 18th, 2011 10:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
osodecanelaHad to pull over to the side of the road on my way to see a newborn this morning. I was listening to NPR, & there was a piece about a man in his late 70's struggling with advancing Parkinsonism. The reporter was his son. It was the folksy, tug-at-your-heart journalism that they do so well & so often on "Weekend Edition".
They made no mention of Father's Day, but I'm certain the timing of this story was no accident.
My tears started to flow. I had to pull over to the side of the road till they passed and my own grief subsided.
Pop is gone 15 years; 16 this September. Most if the time, I do ok with that fact. Then almost without warning, that he's gone hurts so badly, it's almost unbearable. I cannot stop the tears, when the grief sweeps over me like a thunderstorm.
It took me 5 minutes to capitulate to my grief and then re-compose myself. Then it was on to the hospital for the cycle of life. A young woman I've known for the last 15 years, since she was 5, became a mother herself this morning.
I did her infant's exam as the child lay cradled in he father's arms. He's 20 and absolutely rapt at the sight of his child. They've named her Melanie.
I smiled at him & wished him a happy Father's Day. He smiled back and replied, "I got what I wanted. There is no greater gift."
I will think about that tomorrow when I return to send this new family home.
And I will remember with love and gratitude my own father, who taught me the meaning if unconditional love.
They made no mention of Father's Day, but I'm certain the timing of this story was no accident.
My tears started to flow. I had to pull over to the side of the road till they passed and my own grief subsided.
Pop is gone 15 years; 16 this September. Most if the time, I do ok with that fact. Then almost without warning, that he's gone hurts so badly, it's almost unbearable. I cannot stop the tears, when the grief sweeps over me like a thunderstorm.
It took me 5 minutes to capitulate to my grief and then re-compose myself. Then it was on to the hospital for the cycle of life. A young woman I've known for the last 15 years, since she was 5, became a mother herself this morning.
I did her infant's exam as the child lay cradled in he father's arms. He's 20 and absolutely rapt at the sight of his child. They've named her Melanie.
I smiled at him & wished him a happy Father's Day. He smiled back and replied, "I got what I wanted. There is no greater gift."
I will think about that tomorrow when I return to send this new family home.
And I will remember with love and gratitude my own father, who taught me the meaning if unconditional love.
