16.08.2008
I think it only fitting being Fathers day that I remember my father - even though I knew so little about him. I cry for him, not because I miss him, but because I would love to have know him. He was a carpenter by trade. Worked very hard for his family. Had a difficult childhood, was basically on his own (rearing his brother a year or to younger) from about 13 or 14 years of age.
Thank you Dad for those few short years. Happy Fathers day.
10.06.2008
Today 38 years ago my father passed away. I was only 12 but how that incident affected our lives! I really remember so little about him just recall that morning like it was yesterday.
Maybe we will meet again.
10.04.2011
Just listening to the song My Sweet Lord and some numbers that I would like to remember so thought it fitting to write here today:
I was 12 when Dad Passed; Dad was 48.
I was 48 when Mum Passed; Mum was in her 84th year (83 years, 10 months, 20 days).
So, at first, the patient watcher of earth sees only inanimate beauty, voiceless, without initiative. Then suddenly there is a clapping of wings, a flash of immortal radiance, a strange, haunting cry – and he has had a vision of the Soul of the World.
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