It’s one month, guys. Time flies when you’re crying. My daddy died a month ago today. It still feels like a dream. There’s a part of me that recognizes the permanence of the situation but there’s another part that thinks he’s off on vacation and a silly email will drop any second.
It’s strange.
One of the odd parts of the whole situation is the cards we’ve received… from total strangers that knew my father from message boards and forums. You thought I was the only one with an online lifestyle? HA! My dad was a freakin’ Internet celebrity, apparently. Technology has changed everything.
And my life is totally different. It’s funny how death has a way of making you re-prioritize things. Life is short. If the road you’re on isn’t leading you to your destination of choice… or if you suspect it’s taking you on an extremely roundabout way that may never get you there, it’s time to change route, right? I changed route. Or maybe I changed vehicle? I don’t know.
This is going to sound weird but I feel a lot like I did when I was fired… in 2006.
I miss my dad. I miss that dynamic. I miss that outlet. I miss that support. I miss that feeling of wholeness and unconditional love.
Have you seen “On Golden Pond” lately? One of the great scenes from that classic movie is the 80th birthday party of Norman (Henry Fonda’s character). While surrounded by friends and family, he stands before his birthday cake and is amazed at how his 80th birthday “got here so fast”.
One thing death teaches you is that material stuff is so impermanent and that life (especially in America) is full
of vain self-seeking and needless, useless distractions.
(For the rest of my sermon, send $2, 000 in a plain brown wrapper).
🙂
Oh, and if you send $2500 I’ll even include a prayer cloth and a picture of my fantastic looking self, along with 7,000 songs that you’ll never have time to listen to. Welcome to America!
Hang in there, Donna! Hope to see you soon!