There comes a point in everyone's life that mortality sets in... not in a bad way mind you. Time moves faster and faster and then you begin to realize there's a finite time to this plane of existence - sorta makes you prioritize the things important in your life and conclude a lot of crap we put ourselves through just isn't important anymore.
For this reason - the last few weeks have caused me to reconnect to the past.... in a strange attempt to make sense of where I've been and where I want to go. Not too long ago I posted the story of finding my mother's recipe boxes and all the memories it brought back. Yesterday I was going through some boxes of old photographs and ran across a particular item that sent me for a loop.
I found a memorial card from my father's funeral in a metal box. I've been trying to find some connection to my father for years because he died when I was little. The only memories I have of him were his last year, mostly being ill and the last time I saw him in the hospital a day or so before he died. I could never remember the time of year when he passed but for some reason had always thought it was in the Spring.
I looked at the date on the card... July 31, 1968. The date means nothing for most but July 31st is my youngest son's birthday. My Dylan was born exactly twenty-five years to the day my father passed.
Coincidence?? I guess so... but for me it was profound. This was the first time I've felt a wink and a nudge from father and a reminder that he's still around keeping an eye out for me. I'm beginning to wonder what I will discover next.
The adventure has just begun...
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