TEN YEARS AGO TODAY...
"Ten
years ago
today
you
made me
the happiest
man
on earth
you
still do"
Ten pages carefully cut from white tissue paper, red pen writing one or two words on a page, the pages bound with a diaper pin.
My father gave me this book of love over 33 years ago. I read it only once, put it down somewhere, and it never turned up again. I see the pages, the writing, the diaper pin, silver with a blue plastic end. I feel the shock, the surprise, and the wonderment that this came from my father's mind, then heart, then hand.
The words on the paper so unfamiliar, yet such care went into the making, I knew that perhaps he did love me, and maybe I did make him happy.
Perhaps.
Maybe.
Ten years ago today I gave birth to my son, the boy who carries the sir name of my father as his first name. Ten years ago today I went from a mother of one, to a mother of two. Ten years ago marked the end of my role as my father's daughter, as we buried the man who hated his life on this earth. Ten years ago I became the mother of a boy who only knows love. He only knows compassion, peace, joy and has no needs, no wants that can be bought with money. These two men that sandwich my life, the one that brought me in, and the one that will take me out. Names the same, souls, so different. Me, so blessed to have known both. I would not fully appreciate the one, without experiencing the other.
Perhaps.
Maybe.
11 comments:
Wow.
That was lovely Carrie.
Wonderful tribute to both of these men. I agree...wow.
Compassionate and loving-no suprise-it's you.
Beautiful Carrie! Happy Birthday!
Oh Honey, so great! Thank you for this beautiful and so authentic Carrie post!
It's all connected, son, father, spouse, tea...opps...no not tea. Love this post. Love you!
Everyone else has already said it. What a fantastic post. What a gift to your father and your son you are/were.
You made me realize there is a reason to have a bad father...so I could raise a loving, wonderful son to be a man. T
Happy Birthday to Wil. I have been thinking of him. Hope he has a happy day.
pk
That boy of yours touches only those that allow themelves to be touched in a deep recess of the soul........you are the lucky lady to feel the depths of your soul daily because he guides you there...without him you would never experience the depth you do now.........nor you would the fantastic writer you are without him.......he has given you a voice.........he is a gift
Looks nice! Awesome content. Good job guys.
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