Hello my dear family,
I awoke this morning thinking of two things: (1) how much I miss Dad, and (2) how much I love each one of you and am so very glad that we are all together and healthy.
As I reflect upon Dad today and the 21 years we have spent without him, I thought I would take just a moment to share some of my favorite memories with you.
The very first memory that pops in my mind is the look on his face at Christmas. He seemed to be the biggest kid in the room and was unafraid to show that childlike vulnerability. I have so many fond memories of him around the Christmas tree, providing gifts to all us kids when you know he and Mom had a challenging financial time keeping us all happy, healthy, clothed and “toy’d”.
Seeing him at the beach is one of my most fond memories. As much as I love the beach, I am not sure if any of us found such solace and genuine deep relaxation as did Dad. Seeing him walk along the waters edge with Mom is still paramount in my mind. And the many times he and I would walk alongside one another, especially during times of decision-making, remain a serene key to my inner peace.
Watching him enjoy football, basketball baseball or golf on television is likely 70% of the reason I still watch sports to this day; it is in those moments, that in my minds eye, he’s sitting in the chair right next to me, enjoying the game. I recall the way he would whoop and holler and high five me (I believe that was the gesture of the day) at a winning team. And his love of Duke echos even now, especially during these playoffs.
I recall the last time I saw him; it was just two weeks before he left. I had come to visit Mom and Dad from Chicago. We spent the entire weekend laughing and telling stories and simply enjoying our time together. The way he looked at Mom-to this day-is etched in the deepest part of my memory bank as the prime example of a genuine and deep love and respect he had for Mom. To this very instant, I can see as vividly as if it happened 15 minutes ago, the very last time my eyes saw him. He was leaving to go to work. I hugged him at the door, kissed him on the cheek. I can still smell his skin right now. I watched him walk to the car, get in and start down the street. He stopped for just a second and displayed the “I love you” hand gesture that he did so often to many of us. I have seen that instant in my mind now for 21 years and I am blessed.
That was the last time I visibly saw him, yet, I see him every day in so many ways. I hear his laugh in Kay and see his nose of her face, I see his calm composure in Barb’s confident stance and deep respect from her peers, I see his warm smile and smiling eyes on Jonathan’s face, I hear his voice in my ear every day and see his hands in mine, as they mature with age, and I see the twinkle of pure unconditional love inside the twinkle of Mom’s eyes and feel him in the heartbeat of Mother’s hug; it is here that he resides the deepest.
And I see his unblemished character, uncompromising respect, his gracious spirit, kind heart, his honesty and integrity and his love for those around him…in each and every one of us who call ourselves a Temple.
Just remember: He is still here with us each and every day along every step of our day. You can call upon him in your heart and know that he will hear you, and that he will respond to your spirit with a smile and a quiet, “Everything’s gonna be alright.”
I sure do miss Dad. And as tears roll down my face, I fondly remember him, honor him and meditate upon the deep and abiding love I have for him as much at this very moment, as I have ever felt.
Join me in remembering our Dad, Daddy, Father, Husband, Love, pal, buddy, mentor, teacher and best friend.
I love you all,
David Edward