In the world of grief recovery and the journey to healing, there is an awareness: the loss of one person is not a singular loss but the loss of many roles one person plays in your life.
Now, I do not want to frame this as a melancholy or morose statement. Instead, I prefer to celebrate the many facets and blessings that one person can shine on your life.
For instance, when I think of my dad, here are just a dozen of the “hats” he wore:
- Highly competitive Yahtzee champion with a knack for rolling the perfect dice
- Small engine aircraft pilot who took me flying in my carseat . . . in a doorless plane
- Car whisperer who could decipher clangs, thunks, whirs and screeches
- One-handed baseball hitting machine who helped me practice my outfield skills
- Dollhouse master architect with floor plans, wall angles and space for vehicles
- Swoop and cast fishing dynamo with the ability to bait fish . . . and me with jokes
- Smorgasbord master chef with an art for crafting dinner from random ingredients
- Spiritual seeker who welcomed questions, challenges and Biblical banter
- Last-minute Christmas shopping faux Scrooge who pretended to despise holidays
- Copy and laminating crafter who shrank, sealed and created memorable tokens
- Bestest and most timely voicemail offender with hilarious messages
- Loudest and proudest cheering section in both small and large venues
I invite you to write down the roles of those you love, or loved and lost. And if you knew Big Mike (my father), feel free to share other memories of him in the Comments below.