RyeBanana: "Are those REAL bananas?! They're made for Minions. :: hugging the baby bananas:: I just love these ban-na-knees!"
Three Men (and a baby)
There are three men, my husband, his dad and my own dad, whose role of 'FATHER' I am privileged to have front row seats for. Happy Father's Day to them each... and to those men who are like a dad, remind me of my dad or fulfill the role of dad in someone else's life... you make the world a better place to be.
I procrastinated putting my thoughts down by searching through my photo archives, hunting just the right picture, or trying to find that one specific memory to share, as if a photo could convey all the things I wish I knew how to say.
I do love pictures because I'm bad with words and even worse with big feelings.. photos allow you to see what it is I might be trying to convey...but there are limits, I know...they don't really do justice to the depth of an emotion...and then there's the problem of choosing just one photo... impossible.
But... I wanted to write here... I needed to... because if I'm bad with words and worse with feelings, I'm simply terrible at mailing things. As I try to share my appreciation on this Father's Day afternoon, for these men and the roles they play in our lives, I do so as two yet-to-be-mailed Father's Day cards watch accusingly from the shelf across the room... the unmailed cards to Papa B and Papa C... and from a notebook in the other room, Papa C's card from last year is quietly weeping at my lack of organization.
And yet, they love me still.
That is why we pay tribute.
Let's start with Papa B. As the man behind my man, there are many ways Charlie Brewer's impression has been left on the father of my children and my family. He's a champion of higher learning and a cheerleader for the pursuit of furthered education. We tip our hat to him for Little League, Golf and Going Back To College.
I have always found the specific tenderness Charlie has for his pets an endearing quality and
Quick with a kind word about my own dad, or with a sincere inquiry after my family's well being, Charlie makes conversation that puts me at ease.
Whenever we are together, we can always find common ground over our last great read or recipe. We are also both fans of pie.
No, it isn't the typical Father's Day photo of a father with his children... here's one of those, if you're in the market;
but it's a picture of who he is...what makes him a good man and in turn, a good father. That's my grandfather he's helping out the door... my dad's dad
I procrastinated putting my thoughts down by searching through my photo archives, hunting just the right picture, or trying to find that one specific memory to share, as if a photo could convey all the things I wish I knew how to say.
I do love pictures because I'm bad with words and even worse with big feelings.. photos allow you to see what it is I might be trying to convey...but there are limits, I know...they don't really do justice to the depth of an emotion...and then there's the problem of choosing just one photo... impossible.
But... I wanted to write here... I needed to... because if I'm bad with words and worse with feelings, I'm simply terrible at mailing things. As I try to share my appreciation on this Father's Day afternoon, for these men and the roles they play in our lives, I do so as two yet-to-be-mailed Father's Day cards watch accusingly from the shelf across the room... the unmailed cards to Papa B and Papa C... and from a notebook in the other room, Papa C's card from last year is quietly weeping at my lack of organization.
And yet, they love me still.
That is why we pay tribute.
Let's start with Papa B. As the man behind my man, there are many ways Charlie Brewer's impression has been left on the father of my children and my family. He's a champion of higher learning and a cheerleader for the pursuit of furthered education. We tip our hat to him for Little League, Golf and Going Back To College.
I have always found the specific tenderness Charlie has for his pets an endearing quality and
Quick with a kind word about my own dad, or with a sincere inquiry after my family's well being, Charlie makes conversation that puts me at ease.
Whenever we are together, we can always find common ground over our last great read or recipe. We are also both fans of pie.
No, it isn't the typical Father's Day photo of a father with his children... here's one of those, if you're in the market;
but it's a picture of who he is...what makes him a good man and in turn, a good father. That's my grandfather he's helping out the door... my dad's dad
loss
I started to write a post about loss (and legacy reels) back when my grandpaw passed away...and then tried again recently when my uncle departed. Days got busy, I'm easily distracted and all of my attempts felt too frilly...too feely.
What I'm really aiming to say has been said in countless ways so, maybe that is why I feel too antsy to pin the words down (pen the words down?). It amounts to "Life is beautiful." though there are plenty of other worthy and valid things to be said about lives well-lived and legacies left behind. Like the following statements:
"The Grand Canyon is large."
"Niagara Falls is wet."
"There's gold in dem dar hills."
improvements could be made but the fundamental idea is present and accounted for.
Sometimes that's the best one can do.
So, here I am, sharing the video made in tribute to my uncle as a stand-alone excuse for where I've been lately, a picture-postcard from this other place for which I haven't an adequate vocabulary.
Though I was honored to be asked to help with this project, I'm not saying "Look what I did." Although I became thoroughly immersed in the project, I'm not sharing a work of art. Truly, it is the handiwork of a novice-at best and I wish it were more...polished.
I share because the process of distilling a life story of 80 plus years down into an 80 proof shot has been transformative for me.
I learned so many new things about my uncle but also about the world in which I live. Walking through the story of his life was like a history lesson wrapped in one last, strong hug.
In some ways, it helped me say good-bye. In other ways it confirmed that though I know I'm expected to do more and more of it in the years to come, saying goodbye will not get any easier.
The dread of such thoughts is almost enough to steal the joy of today-almost.
But even if it's only for today, the rest of us are still here -together.
That is no small thing.
This week, while watching a Disney show with the BigKids, we watched a eulogy scene that called on lines from "Our Town" for fitting words about this business of leaving Earth. I definitely couldn't have said it better myself.
I know.
I tried.
"Let's really look at one another!...It goes so fast. We don't have time to look at one another. I didn't realize. So all that was going on and we never noticed... Wait! One more look. Good-bye , Good-bye world. Good-bye, Grover's Corners....Mama and Papa. Good-bye to clocks ticking....and Mama's sunflowers. And food and coffee. And new ironed dresses and hot baths....and sleeping and waking up. Oh, earth,you are too wonderful for anybody to realize you. Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it--every,every minute?"
~THORNTON WILDER // "OUR TOWN"
No, we don't. We can't. But, we should at least try.
I love all of you.
Take care of yourselves and each other.
~k
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