I found myself having a conversation in my head with my Dad
this morning. My Mom called yesterday
and asked if I was okay with a decision to “AND” (allow natural death). While I
am deeply saddened that Dad has deterioriated so quickly since I last saw him,
I can completely go along with what feels best for him, and for my Mom.
Before she even called, I had been wondering if she had
talked to Dad about letting go. My
belief is that even if he doesn’t appear to understand much of anything that is
being said to him, I think at a much deeper level, he still hears us. I sit
quietly every morning and say hello to him from 4,500 km away. I thank him for who he is, what he taught me,
and energetically check in with him to see how he is doing.
My words to him this morning went something like this… Hi Dad.
I know you’re having trouble eating now and all those tubes are
confusing and awkward. I just wanted you
to know that I think you have done a magnificent job of being our Dad, and
taking care of us so well. You always
put Mom and your five kids first.
Always. You need to know that we will all be okay when you go. And we will look after Mom so you don’t need
to worry about her.
Last year I talked about him in one of my posts… I am
repeating some of it here as it remains true to this day (and always will)…
This is why I think the world of Bruce Cass Found…
He taught me
how to laugh. And be silly. (Something that I continue to perfect…)
He showed me
how to make other people feel really good about themselves – especially when he
first would meet them. He always talks about other people in
superlatives. He always finds what is best about other people and
describes them that way.
He remembers
people and what matters to them.
He followed
his dream to fly. To have a cottage on an island (which will always be
one of my favourite places on the planet).
He gave me my
love of music. I can picture his hands playing hymns on the piano.
I can hear him in the car singing "Home on the Range" with all
of us chiming in in harmony. I can see us all doubled up in laughter
as he himself would have to pull over to the side of the road because he too
was laughing so hard. I love how he was always fascinated by church organs.
He shows me
how to love. And he loves Mom to bits. And I know he loves each of
us too. (And one of the tenderest moments that I ever shared with Dad was
the first time I saw him after Duncan died. He just sat beside me and
held my hand without saying a word. I will never forget that moment as
long as I live. It meant so much to me.)
The last time I saw Dad was at my nephew’s wedding in Toronto. While he was confined to a wheelchair, Dad was quite
aware of what was going on and he was able to enjoy seeing his all his kids and
grandkids dancing and singing together (with him in the middle as we swirled
him around). It was a great to see him so happy and surrounded by love.
So while I anxiously await the phonecall, I rest in the knowledge that
he will be released from his physical constraints and free to travel the
universe, spreading love, healing, and laughter wherever he goes.
I’m hoping he’ll come out here for a visit.
Branded by love and gratitude,
Authentically yours,
Buns
What a beautiful tribute of love for a man who sounds so very very special. You are a wonderful daughter Christie and I just know he felt blessed by your presence...as do we all.
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love
Marty