Now, just to be a bit more serious, it is only fair to let my readership know the true beginnings of the saga. Me Pops Passed October 30, 2010. I lost not only a Father, but also, more importantly, one of my dearest friends.
Or, am I seeing a misguided reflection?
I find it hard to write about this. It will become easier as we all progress through the journey. Dad said to me one night after dancing in our underwear to Dean Martin tunes : Al, my Dad, was my friend. I am your friend.
Oh my – did that have an impact. Came around home though when I told him he could go. He could go see Helen, his sister – and his Mom, Aleda, and his Pops, and his brother Robert and his sister Eleanor.
And oh, how he hated to leave my Mom, Debbie. Stay tuned for much more on my new friend, Debbie.
Anyway, quite the experience. I will refer to and ponder this expereince throughout my symphony of reflections. My Father’s death triggered such a deep loss of "self and other" that I lost my way.
I have a professional coach now, and one of his first lessons was “getting” me to watch this. Not much more needs to be said –– and The Great Shift continues to emerge.
We are all more than we have become. SJA
Grace: Thanks to BWS for the teaching, Cheryl for pushing me over the brink of fear, and Susan for her able eyes, mind, hand and heart to make my introduction to all of this, all of me, possible. On we go! Now we begin.
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