The color of this rose today drew me in, captured my heart. Deep, as where we go to be our real selves, where authenticity emerges. And rich, like memories which cannot be erased.
The last time I spoke to my Dad was on Father’s Day two years ago. We had such an opportunity together. I left home at 18 and was gone for many years. Because of multiple family situations, my Dad and I had time to catch up and get to know each other all over again during the last ten years.
We did simple things together. Like sandwiches and coffee at the little cafe downtown, where my Dad grew up. He liked the place so much because he remembered it as a candy shoppe when he was a boy. He and his dad would drive in from the country and sell them their homegrown strawberries and sit at the counter and eat ice cream. He always told that story when we were there.
My Dad passed a few days after that Father’s Day, as I was on my way to see him. I was in the Minneapolis airport when I got the call. Despite the distance, I felt wholly connected with him in those deep, rich moments. I was between planes…..and so was he!
May the deep richness of life embrace you.
I am so glad you were able to reconnect with your father. I know it means a lot, to you, to him. To do this before it’s too late is so important. And to reconnect with anyone in our lives whom we may not have talked to in a long time. It’s precious. Reading your story opened my heart. Thank you.
Thank you, Magdalena. It’s also wonderful to reconnect with you!