Are You Watching Over Us?
The 8th April is always such a difficult day for me each year.
This year marks the 3rd anniversary since my father passed away. I can’t believe it has been three years.
Sometimes it seems like a lifetime ago, sometimes, just it seems just like yesterday.
In my mind, clear as day, I can remember that phone call.
That agonising drive to the hospital at 2am in the morning, not knowing what I was going to find.
The moment my mother told me the news I didn’t want to hear.
I remember clearly seeing him in the hospital, so quiet and still, still warm, he seemed like he was only sleeping….Although I knew nothing was going to wake him up.
I remember the faces of the two police officers that came to talk to us, so understanding and compassionate, although I can’t remember their names.
I remember driving back home the following afternoon, knowing that Mr Barbie had to break the news to girls all on his own that their beloved Grandfather had suddenly passed away, to this day, I can’t comprehend how hard that must have been for him.
I often wonder whether he can see the remarkable young ladies his granddaughters are growing into.
Is he as proud of them as I am?
I feel so sad that he is missing out on all the important milestones of life that they are going through. I really would have loved to see him teasing all those potential boyfriends.
He would have loved taking Miss M out for a driving lesson, revelled in her latest academic achievements and would have been so proud to watch her graduate high school this year.
He would have loved watching Miss E rip it up on the netball court and would have been so proud of her being inducted into the school SRC.
He would have loved watching Miss G on her first day of school and watching Miss T in the school band and singing her latest song that she has mastered.
My Father Through The Years
When I was 4 years old – ‘My Daddy can do anything’
When I was 5 years old – ‘My Daddy knows a whole lot’
When I was 6 years old – ‘My Dad is smarter than your Dad’
When I was 8 years old – ‘My Dad doesn’t know exactly everything’
When I was 10 years old – ‘In the olden days when my Dad grew up, things were so different’
When I was 12 years old – ‘Oh well, naturally Dad doesn’t know anything about that, he is too old to remember his childhood’
When I was 14 years old – ‘Don’t pay any attention to my Dad, he is so old fashioned’
When I was 21 years old – ‘Him? He’s hopelessly out of date!’
When I was 25 years old – ‘Dad knows about it but then he should, he’s been around so long.’
When I was 30 years old – ‘Maybe we should ask Dad what he thinks, after all, he’s had alot of experience’
When I was 35 years old – ‘I’m not doing a single thing until I talk to Dad!’
When I was 40 years old – ‘I wonder how Dad would’ve handled it, he was so wise’
When I was 50 years old – ‘I’d give anything if Dad were here now so I could talk this over with him. Too bad I didn’t appreciate how smart he was. I could’ve learned a lot from him.’
When I was young I used to love
to sit upon your knee.
I’d gaze into your loving eyes
as your arms enfolded me.
Your gentle kiss would stir
the golden tendrils of my hair,
as whispered sentiments of love
we quietly would share.
We’d read a book together,
the same time after time.
I knew all of the words by heart,
you didn’t seem to mind.
When darkness fell you tucked me in
and gently kissed my cheek.
You’d wish upon a shooting star
the Lord my soul to keep.
The years have passed so quickly,
death parted you from me.
I hope you know how much it meant
when I sat upon your knee.
Gazing to the heavens,
as I quietly reminisce,
I’d give a million of those stars
to feel your gentle kiss.
I’d give all my tomorrows
to hear you read to me,
and remember those quiet moments
when I sat upon your knee.
Treasure the relationship you have with your parents. We think that they are going to be here forever, we take their presence in our lives for granted…..don’t.