Day 13 ~ Graveside Seat

Day 13

Jan 13, 2014 

My first: I visited my dad’s grave on a blanket under a full moon

After I finished my day’s work, I went to the cemetery after dark with a full moon to light the way to my dad’s grave. I laid a genuine Native American-made blanket on the grave and lay down. Of course, I took some photos of me and “my dad”. Then I just lay there looking up at the stars and the moon thinking about time spent with my dad. The closest I’ve ever felt to him was when I was caring for him during his last days. It was a joyful yet sometimes emotional time those last two weeks. I loved taking care of him and doing for him (and Mom) what needed to be done.  

I thought of my childhood and remembered when he would call me into the living room to take off his shoes. Tonight, I wished that I would have been “in the moment” back then and relished those times...talked with him more. I was such a stubborn kid and bound and determined that I would like Mom best! Dad got second fiddle where I was concerned. He and I missed out on so much during those years because, I guess, we were both sticking to our own agenda: never make the first move to connect.

Well, better late than never. Dad and I had a special moment tonight and God’s presence topped it all off. The funny thing is I was not spooked at all…not at all. It almost felt like I had done this before somehow. Maybe Dad’s “embrace” was my comfort…