
As I write this, my father lays in a hospital bed an ocean away. Lung cancer they said, as matter-of-factly as saying chickens lay eggs. This post, is an ode to my father; the man who would have died a thousand deaths for me without a mere thought. The man, the same man who suffered through my growth spurts, broken legs, marriages, divorces, laughter, tears... my life.
My father was never really happy. It is what I sit down, lay down and really cry about. He is now 82, and it is as if he was just guiding my bicycle down the pathway, holding on to the seat to help me keep my balance while I furiously attempted to pedal my way into puberty.
The same man who suffered the slights my mother chose to direct at him when she deemed him a failure in life. The same man who later believed in his failures though he never quite gave up on trying to succeed. He did grow tired though. Tired of his apparent inability to become the successful man he always envisioned.
This is what I know now as an adult. My picture of my father was very different when I was growing up. I had him pegged as a strong-willed, invincible man though I never thought he was a hero. But even knowing he was not going to be my hero, he was never replaced by anyone purporting to be a hero.
Today, as I write this, I realize that my father . A man whom I would be lucky to duplicate in the love he felt for his off-spring. My kids should be so lucky. I cry openly now, I cry for the love we kids never reciprocated. In my view, a thousand I love you's would have never been enough. One thousand kisses would have never given back what we received. Nothing, ever, will replace my old man. Nothing.
Dad, I have told you I love you, I have told you I adore you. I have told you everything I felt. I am at peace with letting you go to your God. I say your God because only you were willing to believe in him throughout your life. Not me, I don't believe in him still. I hope he greets you at the gates to the place where you should be. The place where you can feel the love I have had for you all my life. The place where you can openly look into my heart and see I loved you cleanly. Openly, no holds barred. The place where you can feel free of the pain, so much pain, so much injustice.
May your God celebrate your life as I will. May you peacefully watch your grandchildren grow and wait for me to show me how to watch mine. May you see my grandmother, my grandfather who died too young. May you finally feel love. May you enjoy love as you never knew it.
I wish I could give you all my love right this minute, even if all I had later was hate. You mean to me what no words can ever describe.
I love you Dad.