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 meΒ Β 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. :)