My Father: I Never Promised You a Rose Garden! My Mother: Well I Never expected a thorn bush either!
I always thought it was quite funny I remember this on sunny days when my parents were driving my Father would ask my Mother if anything was coming from the other direction and he'd say: "Is it okay George? And my mother would say: "Okay, Hit it Henry!!!"...I still have no real idea why...I remember and I sigh... as a twinge of sadness comes sneaking in.
There were certain people that my Father did not care for and he would say they were snobs ..."****** intellectuals"... as a child I got confused by that but now it makes perfect sense....it was said without pretense. I had to figure it out.
Without a doubt... I have many fond memories of my family...especially my Dad, who really sacrificed more than anyone I've ever known who sowed every seed he'd ever sewn Raised 4 kids till they were grown all the fading memories that I blindly used to perceive as bad... have now melted into the Beautiful They are now the things that endear me to them... as I remember...they make me smile for a little while.
My Father has passed now some five years... was born a simple man of simple means... times for him or more than just a little lean Shoes three sizes way to big stuffed toes with old newspapers a dresser drawer....fashioned Sisters crib He was a Phoenix rising from those ashes And he was never out of fashion... a Master Carpenter... a builder of my dreams... raising beams dressed in denim bib overalls and a white T-shirt...a red, white and black bandana in his pocket to wipe his sweating brow
And now....ever since the day he died I have tried...but my Mother and I now have this distant love so I know he's still guiding me, and us from far above I never would have made it this far way too many scars... It's a strange feeling to feel so very alone feel like I have no real home in the world... I am a caretaker of an apartment....
I feel he would have done anything for me he would never let me see... such awful things and be down in such lonesome places with strangers, such unfamilar faces Or so I used to think
I've been at the very brink Now I understand he wanted me to know to struggle for my life and so I would grow as even a thornbush would... It taught me to be humble even when I couldn't walk to listen and not to talk even though I have my children, my progeny... If sometimes I still can feel so very alone... so no matter where my Gypsy heart roams I carry those memories with me they are my church in the day...and in the night I remember his final words and I know.... it'll be alright He taught me how to fight and I am fighting beside him now...
I am carrying out his final wishes I cook them in my famous dishes My Father absolutely enjoyed the sharing of food... Always was in the mood for something delicious... So I sprinkle them with his way the things he'd often say with his stoic compassion, an understanding heart, so kind I try to share his brilliant mind... I am thankful that he wanted me and made certain I was here His memory to me so dear... with him I have no fear Thank you Father Thank you Daddy... Love you Ma Cherie....
I remember this banter between my parents and thought it was funny. Then I started reading this and it made me feel sad but it's all good it's all part of the process. :)