A meditation on my life with my Father- Bill Parry
Nineteen years you have been gone – Dad.
Nineteen years.
This is my birthday Dad. The day you saw me first and the day you left us all. Left us all for home, finding your way back to the Garden of delight. For that I am glad. Glad and grateful that I will see you there one day soon!
Sooner then later- now.
Nineteen years you’ve been gone and now I’m sixty four.
Complications of this life made our love hard, hard but good. Good for our growth into manliness, hard for hearts as tender as ours. Hard but good. Hard but good.
Nineteen years you’ve been gone and “they” still wont tell me where they laid you to rest. Ah the pride of life, ah the fears of fate, ahh the way can be hard. Truth is hard, but lies and deceit much harder still.
Truth is hard but good. Eventually the truth sets you free!
Nineteen years you’ve been gone. Its been hard but good. And now we are both free!
Forty five years we walked this earth together, together but alone, separated by so many and so much. But not in the end! Time and tides, and expectations all come and go, come between us and go on without us.
“If you don’t anticipate you won’t be disappointed” you said once, wise man that you where. Eventually I learned to be free from disappointments and expectations. Thanks Dad!
Nineteen years ago you died on my birthday. I saw it then as I see it now- I see a bridge, a bridge across our divides. A bridge into a unity in the world to come that could not have been had we lived otherwise. We walked apart while yet together because of truth, the truth of life; our shared life. And we share death in Christ who is our future- Together.
I am an Ode to you. Your eternity an ode to me and He who is our shared life- forevermore. He who is, was, and will be life-forevermore.
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