While we walk, I wrack my brain to come up with something of import to say.
“What will we do for Father’s Day this year?” I ask rather suddenly.
It is valid question for those finding themselves within the week of this significant holiday. A question that begs to be asked. But when your heart is still tender from breaking, and there have merely been two weeks passed since you said last goodbyes to your own Dad, this question can leave one feeling startled by fresh tears.
There will never be a Father’s Day the same again for us. Not ever. Quite honestly, the world is now forever changed. How do you do things when the one you formerly did them for/with/to is forever gone? Can a holiday still be commemorated even when the one for whom it was meant is no longer present?
We walk and talk. Shed some tears.
And I wonder and imagine while he walks quietly.
All the while, I still hold out hope. There is always hope.
Hope for another day. Another moment. Another slice of life.
And there is still room to celebrate even in the midst of sorrow. Still room for joy expressed over a life lived with grace and love and courage and faithfulness and tenderness and loyalty and gentleness, even when the remembering brings tears. There is still room to honour a father’s influence even in his physical absence. There is still room in which to cry and laugh.
There is still room in our hearts and there always will be.
There is not a day goes by that our hearts are not moved by his memory.
We sit down by the river for a spell. We are motionless, save for the occasional slapping of a mosquito here and there. Below my feet, there are schools of tiny fish curiously weaving their way around a wooded slat. They know naught of what the worlds above them experience with loss and pain and sorrow. Farther down the river, two ducks paddle off while a heron takes flight. The natural world around us has a rhythm all its own. Everywhere is peace and quiet.
I am reminded to be still. And so I am.
Later, as we make our ascent back to the road, I am further reminded that life too must resume. But our memories of what really matters are never far from our hearts. We return to these places and spaces often so as to remember. To recall and evoke the images in our minds of those we love.
We never forget.
This Sunday is Father’s Day. And while it will be different this year, there will still be a celebration- a commemoration of all that we have been given by way of legacy, heritage, history and connection. A calling to remembrance of and for our fathers. Our cherished memories are ours to keep and treasure for a lifetime.
Our loved ones might be physically gone: but they will never be forgotten.
May all those whose hearts are breaking this Father’s Day find comfort in the knowledge that their Dad is always present in their memory.
Our fathers will forever live on- in and through- our remembrances of them.
Luella Bredin says
Everyone, eventually, loses their mother and father. I remember the deaths of both my mother’s parents-and her grief. I never knew my paternal grand-father but I remember the sadness of my father when his mother died. And, I remember leaving my Dad for the final time, I did not know it for sure at that moment, but, I always wondered when I said Good-bye if I would ever see him again. I remember driving out and seeing him sitting in the lawn chair, and that time, it was the last time. I remember actually being with my father-in-law when he breathed his last. Oh, the losses we face in this life-time. You can think you are somewhat prepared, but that last glimpse of a beloved face is one of the hardest things we can do in this life time. And, now, the memories. At first they stung, hard, and tears came when you least expected them-and then, that pain mellows some, and the stories come, and you share them, and it is good. Good to have loved that one and have memories to share with the living you love. You are treading new ground now-you have never actually gone this way before-but, others have. And they know and will help and care. We love you both-all-and you will keep getting through this. Love, Mom