Tag: dad

Tuesday Go Ponder: Finding Your Way to the Finish Line

How does writing a book become your 9 to 5, with your recruiting and coaching being your side jobs? When you say out loud, I’m a Writer – first and foremost. When you make it your true professional priority. Continuing off of my recent post, I’ve been plugging away, putting the things that slow me down to the side, acknowledging…

On this day

Today, my dad would have turned 67 years old.  Over the next couple of weeks, I’ll be spending more time in the quiet moments thinking of him, as November 10th marks five years since his death, the event that has by far had more impact than anything else in my life. This Saturday also marks five years since I started…

melancholy

the last week that we lived in the same town togetherwe drove up to the rocky mountainsjust the two of usi took pictures, he fishedtoday i miss you more than evertoday your mother has diedtoday my heart feels broken in two(my dad, colorado, 1995)

triggers

taken by my father, later he turned his photograph into a stained glass piece tonight i was watching a movie.  she was something special, she was complex, she was she had a messed up relationship with her father.  he was still alive. she had a chance.  they worked it out. i stood up, tears in my eyes.  i went and…

papa

for those who’ve lost their father, had an absentee father, who are becoming fathers, who will someday be fathers, this article i’ve read every year for the past few years and it impacted me… headed to the cemetery with roses from the garden to go sit with my dad for a bit this morning…here are a few old pix of…

i don’t know but i been told

i went to disneyland when i was six and i was brilliantly shy. snow white wouldn’t acknowledge my presence and i slid up next to mickey mouse just for the picture.  goofy had too many people around him and i was lost in a crowd.  pluto came right up to me and hugged me.  good dog.  i don’t remember much…

do not go gentle

last photo found this page dog-eared in a book he gave me as a teenager, months after his death. how i never noticed it for 20 years? it comes when it should.. DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the…

realizations

“My father, now in heaven, is a keeper of the birds. And his eye is on his sparrow.”~ Don Williams, Jr. I felt his presence again tonight. A brief light passed by my kitchen window and it was an instant recognition. He’s coming for her. It’s soon, I feel it’s soon. Time passes and I am worn out, needing a…

chapter one, page one

quickly before the bus came… bedroom vista much improved backyard view with the evil weed trees now gone 🙂 I have this habit on early mornings before work, looking out my bedroom window at the sunrise. Being a city girl, the view is often interrupted rudely by power lines, other rooftops, and street signs, but that’s also the loveliness of…

When does it end, or does it

When do I stop thinking about it. When do these floodgates dry up. When will I find peace with his death. When oh fucking when will I stop this rocking back and forth, the wounds from bleeding when I look at these pictures, read the memories on my other blog, feel the crumbling pieces that was our relationship turn to…