I miss my pop.
It's amazing that so much anger and pain can hurt for so very long. To hold grudges and want vengence. To want restitution for wrongs committed over so many years. The definition of you becomes bitterness and cynicism because of all this emotional dysfunction.
But when this person...or one of the people who was the root of it....suddenly is removed from your life, my life, things are different.
It's gone. All of it. I don't think I can feel the anger towards my dad anymore. The fear or disappointment. The jealousy or any of it. I can think of a number of reasons why, but I just miss the man. Too much of missing him and worrying about what has become of him now to focus on our troubled past; and I don't want any more of the anger I had towards other people, namely my mother, either. It hasn't served me very well these thirty-three years past.
Carrie helped me a lot through my initial mourning of my dad's death. And something she said will stick with me to the end of my days. She told me that he now knows. He knows everything. He can love me without anything getting in the way. Never has a statement been more powerful in my life.
I've gone through life forcing my parents' identities on what God is. Religious definition of God being that he is our father. Unfortunately, many of us have less than ideal images of our parents. And our parents are but mere mortals, which we tend to forget until becoming parents ourselves.
My dad's death has tested so many 'truths' in my core, most of which I thought were inherent. I don't think we truely understand mortality until someone we see as part of the center of our universe....maybe not our sun but something big like a Jupiter....dies. And when mortality's visage comes in the form of sickness, those unrealistic truths crumble quickly.
But on the same token, I've been thinking. If my father sees me now for all that I am and can finally love me unconditionally. No more anger towards me. No more missed opportunities. No more awkward silences. No disappointments. Disagreements. None of those pesky ideals. If now he loves me for all of whom I am, than it's a fulfilling idea that a God loves me infinitely more.
My mortal life seems so much more significant suddenly to me.
Daughters by John Mayer
I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
She's just like a maze
Where all the walls all continually change
I've done all I can
To stand on the steps with my heart in my hand
Now I'm starting to see
Maybe it's got nothing to do with me
Fathers be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers, who turn into mothers
So mothers be good to your daughters too
Oh you see that skin
It's the same shes been standing in
Since the day she saw him walking away
Now she's left
Cleaning up the mess he made
So fathers be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers, who turn into mothers
So mothers be good to your daughters too
Boys you can break
You'll find out how much they can take
Boys will be strong
And boys soilder on
But boys would be gone without warmth for a womans good, good heart
On behalf of every man, looking out for every girl
You are the god, and you are the weight of the world
On behalf of every man, looking out for every girl
You are the god and the weight of her world
So fathers be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers, who turn into mothers
So mothers be good to your daughters too
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