I just finished watching some commemoration videos live of ANZAC Day in Australia and I’m so thankful my children were able to see some of them too. My father passed away on this day back in 2003 and I wrote a post about that here. It remains the most difficult post I have ever written but the one I’m most proudest. My father – like what this day represents was the most courageous man I ever knew. He didn’t take out any gun turrets or serve in any war, but the way he lived life and vigorously searched interest and common ground in others was something I hadn’t seen in another human being.
So today by writing this post marks my celebration of his life. A life shockingly short, but extremely influential with those that had the good fortune to cross paths with him. I remember when my brother and I were at ‘Little Athletics’ in our youth, my father was such a go-to person that all the other kids played rough and tumble with him and he is the only parent in my youth where I remember that happening to. Perhaps that frivolity is frowned upon now, but he reveled into just letting his guard down and kids sensed this aura about him and took a particular liking to it. That was my Dad!
Ah, it feels just so long ago that all happened. Almost so much so that I wonder if it happened at all. But it did and they were the days and this individual – my father enriched the lives of so many around him. When I finished my yoga session yesterday I felt compelled without even realising the significance of today that I had to project to him my ‘sunshine song’ which I have written about here. You see I almost always do it for a living person, but yesterday was different. I love you Dad!