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10 Posts for 10 Years: #7

January 28, 2014

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:

  1. Highly competitive Yahtzee champion with a knack for rolling the perfect dice
  2. Small engine aircraft pilot who took me flying in my carseat . . . in a doorless plane
  3. Car whisperer who could decipher clangs, thunks, whirs and screeches
  4. One-handed baseball hitting machine who helped me practice my outfield skills
  5. Dollhouse master architect with floor plans, wall angles and space for vehicles
  6. Swoop and cast fishing dynamo with the ability to bait fish . . . and me with jokes
  7. Smorgasbord master chef with an art for crafting dinner from random ingredients
  8. Spiritual seeker who welcomed questions, challenges and Biblical banter
  9. Last-minute Christmas shopping faux Scrooge who pretended to despise holidays
  10. Copy and laminating crafter who shrank, sealed and created memorable tokens
  11. Bestest and most timely voicemail offender with hilarious messages
  12. 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.

10 Posts for 10 Years: #6

January 27, 2014

Today, I feel called to share a deep and flowing tribute that I wrote not long after my father’s passing. See if you can find the heart and hope tucked in between the words.

A Titan of Humble Scale

My father is the summer breeze
warmly cradling my cheek,
brushing back my hair.

My dad is my humble confidant
keeping me racing forward,
readying a dreamsicle parachute.

My daddy is beyond compare
offering airplane rides,
stealing good-night kisses.

My friend is keeper of smiles
teasing me into smirks,
laughing at his own jokes.

My mentor is a steady rock
guiding me on an upward climb,
holding me as I search for stability.

My world is built from him
meshing man with hero,
giving all to his princess.