14 years ago today, my dad passed away. He truly was the best possible dad; ever. All of life seems to have lost security and love since he made that transition from the flesh into spirit.
I will definitely be putting my hands into the garden soil in his honor today (a retired shop teacher, Boeing employee and later a long-shoreman, he was an avid gardener). He used to pull weeds by first digging under them with a shovel to loosen the soil and he'd pull the full plant and root out together/throw it into a bucket to add to the compost pile; later. I weed just like him.
His thick and calloused hands were so rough from yard work and yet, whenever I was hurt or had a headache - his gentle touch could make any kind of physical pain go away.
Nobody has ever been quite that good of a friend to me (not throughout my lifetime -- but my husband Doug is really starting to become that kind of trusted friend for me). Dad was always there when I needed him.
I pursue connections with him often . . . and sometimes he shows up spontaneously: I feel him when I tilt my head the same way he used to always do it. I felt his presence on Friday when I was in my Native Plant Society class studying botany . . . he thought the lecture was interesting.
Still: I miss hugging him, hearing his laughter and sitting around listening to his endless stories which taught so much wisdom for life. Some day, I shall join him in spirit. For now: I really miss hanging out with my dad and planning new projects together with him, my nearly perfect dad.
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