TURKEY, BIRTHDAY BOY AND DELICATE FRAGILE GLASS; Thanksgiving with me and mine, what pure moments of joy. The lifetime of struggles, heartache and pain that go into producing this absolute moment of bliss doesnt escape my sense of irony and bewilderment at lifes many twists of fate. I do think trying to be positive and follow the better Angels of our instinct helps a little. My gang is a hard charging lot. There is no shortage of mutual love, edginess and opinions about how things OUGHT to be done - including Thanksgiving dishes. Mutual love usually wins out, thank God. This is a great time for my family, everybody seems to be feeling their oats and Im happy for all of them . What more could a father and grandfather want? I get their fierce independence, self reliance and no shortage of vim and vigor. Whats not to like or be extremely proud of, and I do and am. Its better than comic opera, say The Marriage of Figaro, watching their stratagems for happiness and self expression unfold and play out when they interact at these large gatherings. It isnt like mud wrestling on Friday night at The Country Junction, but its not like Angels playing harps on clouds either. To anchor my children, they have made wonderful spousal selections. I hope all their spouses understand Ive got their back, for whatever thats worth. I tip my hat to the spouses. Im glad we are on top of the world now, the view from Olympus is wonderful - think Getty Museum in California complete with wine, togas, women, lyre music with a soft summer breeze. Now, this moment is great, and like I tell them - don;t be afraid to be happy. As MLK said, Ive been to the mountain top. My hope going forward is that we can see each other more fully, to realize that in our small individual imperfections, the ones that can goat, rub the wrong way, get under the skin and sometimes exasperate us, that in those imperfections may lay the seeds of wonderful potential that can be cultivated and blossom into glorious transcendent rainbows. Each one of you are wonderful and perfect in my eyes. You are like resplendent glistening delightful living fragile glass menagerie to me. Each one of you is precious. In my life, Ive heard the sound of glass breaking. I know the feeling of seeing broken, shattered, scattered pieces dissembled into the whirlwind of fate. And like Job, lived long enough to receive restoration and blessings many fold over. Sometimes you all accuse me of conveying layered meanings in the things I say. Confession, often that is true. May the Lord bless and keep us and cause His light to shine one us always. Love Dad.
Posted on: Fri, 29 Nov 2013 15:38:17 +0000
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