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One.
Its been called the loneliest number.
Its the number of lives we have.
Its
how long my father has been dead.
This past year has been filled with a lot of reflection on my life, past and future
adventures to come. Many a day Ive looked at the calendar and remembered the point at I was at and what I was doing a year
earlier, marveling at the progress I'd made and astonished by how much I'd changed.
This date however, is a bit different.
Im still at a completely different point than I was last year but its hard to believe how much has changed in such a short
time.
The death of my father brought about many changes in the lives of mother, my brother and myself.
These were
changes which were a long time coming and definitely necessary.
For me it was finally getting away from home and ending
the need I'd developed to fix everything in our house and family, working on myself and learning to live each day to the fullest
for ME and no one else.
For Mom it was finally getting out, having fun and living for her, doing what SHE wanted to do
in her life and reclaiming her life and power as a woman.
For my brother it was accepting the death of the only father
he'd ever known and making huge strides on the journey of life from being a child to being a man.
Each of us had many
things that we needed to accomplish, which seemed impossible when my father was alive. In a way his death was the universe's
way of giving us the final push out of the nest and seeing if we could fly like the birds we are. Since then we have all definitely
taken our place in the sky soaring, each of us at our own speed and different place and altitude.
What will come next
is uncertain. However, weve made it this far and on the anniversary of his death the three of us will congregate once more
as we did that fateful day and remembe rwho we are, where we came from, and most importantly, where were going.
Heres
to the journey and the twists and turns along the way. And what a journey it is!
Wherever he is now I can only hope he
is as well as we are and watching us with a smile on his face and a bottle of whisky in his hand.
We were silent all these
years but silent no more! Keep dancing and soaring high!
Thank you for this day, those which we've had and those
which we will have!
"And I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life." Dido
Written on June 18, 2001
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