Two months ago I turned 60 years of age. I have found it to be
unsettling and uncomfortable, and for this I have blamed my father.
My dad did not live to see his 62nd birthday. The days after he turned
60 were difficult ones, filled with hospital visits, physical
deterioration and a grim reality that he was facing an obstacle that
could not be overcome.
I have equated my sudden issue with days survived on earth with my
dad's struggles. Like some wall that has to be scaled, I have to reach a
birthday beyond his last, and then this feeling that grips me will
disappear. But I don't think that it is fear of an early death that is
the catalyst. Rather it is the troubling thought of losing, in very short order,
the common life experiences shared by father and son.
For while my dad has been gone for over 3 decades, I have always been
able to draw on images, photographic and internal, of him in parallel
life plane to me. By my 62nd birthday, that will end, and an enormous void
will be left. What will fill it?
Where do memories come from when there is nothing to remember? How does
my dad continue with me on a journey that for him never happened?
I am a numbers person. I find figures as something with meaning and
depth far beyond their original intent. My marriage is now of longer
duration than that of my parents. I have already moved into certain
uncharted territory and I am concerned that future days will only serve to accelerate
the distance between my father's life and mine.
I find it surreal that my emotional connection to my dad remains so
strong after all these years of separation. I expected that life's
natural pulls would have taken me further and further away from him. But
that has not occurred.
And so, on this Father's Day, I worry about a path never taken. My hope is
that 2 years from now, on Father's Day, I will still find my father
waiting for me, ready to incorporate my continuing adventure as his own
.No longer parallel planes, but one. A forged universe, not further apart, but together.
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"And so, on this Father's Day, I worry about a path never taken. My hope is that 2 years from now, on Father's Day, I will still find my father waiting for me, ready to incorporate my continuing adventure as his own. No longer parallel planes, but one. A forged universe, not further apart, but together."
I'm sure that will be the case. Varying visions of them are always there for us, bringing a small measure of comfort to our daily lives.
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