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Things We lost But Never Had

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Our dad has passed away!

I awoke to my phone’s blue flashing light in the dark of the early morning. My sister had sent a message. It contained no preamble and was straight to the point. The words seemed alive and had movement, and power. The power to send my emotions in a tailspin and permanently alter the course of my life. The power to forever change what I had hoped for.

W H A T happened! I read the message again. “Our father has passed away”!

I walked into the bathroom and stood there trying to digest the information.

My father is dead, I corrected myself, my sire is dead. I searched the vestiges of my mind trying to grasp the fleeting emotions taking flight. Regret, anger, disappointment, sadness, grief and even … love?

It seems that we are somehow genetically programmed to love the people that created and birthed us. As co-author of my dawn he is at least ‘owed’ love? No matter the why’s or the how’s of our life experiences at his hands, love is a top contender in the vying emotions of my grief.

I peered at my face in the early morning light and there I found vestiges of the man he once was. My face, my height, my hair, my mind, my personality and my strength of spirit were all genetically gifted to me from this man … now he was gone. All my life I had always been told I looked and behaved just like him. I recognize in some ways I am indeed a female version of him.

I stood staring in the mirror while my mind desperately sought glimpses/memories of him … and I saw him in myself. For the past two nights I could not sleep, I tossed and turned and this past night especially I had awakened sometime around 3 am.

Suddenly startled in wakefulness I am persuaded that it was around that time that he crossed over. I have always been sensitive like that, a little “knowing”. 

I find that I am sad and have resigning myself to the fact that our chapter is now complete, there will be no words added, no epilogue left in this book. Our relationship has reached its natural conclusion.

Our story has been written.

There will be nothing more for us, our fractured relationship will never mend. I had hoped against hope that he would have a long life ahead and that there would be time…  I am well aware that tomorrow is not promised, but I hoped he would mature and become a granddaddy where he never was a dad.

It will never be.


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COVID continues to steal, kill and destroy!

Yesterday I had inquired of my sister as to his state of affairs, there was no real change, he remained in the ICU suffering from COVID-19 and having difficulty breathing. We decided we would pray for him and we did.

I confess I was ill prepared for the message of this morning … our dad has passed away.

I will not  be travelling to Guyana for his funeral due to travel restrictions. I had pondered several times throughout my life what I would feel when he died and I always told myself that I did not care. Now I am in the reality of that situation and I do care!

I have prayed that he had the wherewithal to acknowledge his transgressions and have asked forgiveness and I know that our God is a merciful God. So in this I have hope, to one day to meet the daddy in heaven he never was able to be on the earth.

Be safe everyone.

 

You can read a bit more about my non-relationship with my father here.

 

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The Heavens

Psalm 147:8  —  Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.

I have loved the sky since I was a little girl. I don’t know how this relationship began. I was about 8 years old when while playing outdoors I suddenly looked up at the sky and saw what I thought was a large white bird going into the clouds. I thought nothing of it but kept right on playing.

Many years later as I grew older I would always wonder about the memory of that ‘bird’, it was too large to be a regular bird and why would it enter the clouds? But I will never be sure of what I saw.

Eversince I find myself in a constant state of anticipation and expectation, I scan the skies from the ground, from planes expecting to see an angel or Jesus out there.

I think of God and all the beauty His hands have made for us. In his wisdom the beauty also has a utilitarian side to them.

A Few Types of Clouds

  • Cumulus clouds; flat on the bottom with big billowy tops
  • Stratus clouds; short and spread across great distances
  • Cirrus clouds; are thin, wispy clouds.
  • Nimbus clouds; are rainy clouds.
  • Lenticular clouds  have a distinctive swirl like circular pattern that can resemble a spinning top.
  • Cap clouds usually found around mountain tops and seem to hover there, they actually resemble a cap.

Contrail clouds are rare, they are formed when the exhaust from jet planes are released. They occur when the upper atmospheric air freezes the liquid particles present in the exhaust. They usually dissipate very quickly.

How are Clouds Useful?

Clouds provide barrier from the sun, protecting us from the heat moving both in and out of the earth’s atmosphere.

They hold water and return it back to us as rain. The rain allows the grass and trees to grow providing sustenance for us in so many ways. Research suggests that the net effect of currents upon the earth’s atmosphere help in cooling or warming the earth as is necessary.

Because clouds ‘blanket’ our planet they cool the surface by blocking radioactive heat loss thus warming the earth by approximately 7°C (13°F). The water vapor and gasses in their atmosphere absorbs some 20% of solar radiation providing us with a net coolness by 5°C (9°F).

Just a little FYI about clouds.

Does anyone enjoy clouds as much as I do?

As always God bless you all!

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Imagine…

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To my friends in blogworld out there. As I sit here, on WordPress of course…where else would I be? The best thought fluttered into my mind.

Imagine that we have a reunion in Heaven some day with all our brothers and sisters out there in blog land. We interact with each other daily knowing we most likely will never meet in the flesh.

But imagine we get to greet each other in heaven…how wonderful would that be?

“Hello I am “blog name here”, and we hear words like, “I was so inspired by what you wrote on these specific days that it kept me going when I was ready to give up”

Lovely thought.