The life and work of artist, farmer, Golden Retriever breeder,etc.... Lisa Head Harbidge

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Memories of Dad now

It was too soon. Its always to soon to loose someone you love. Just 14 months earlier, I stood at the same gravesite saying my goodbyes to my Mom. Now my Dad. The tears flowed, my heart ached and I wished for just one more of many things. One more phone call, one more hug, one more smile, the list goes on. When Mom passed I felt like my net had been pulled out from under me. I now feel like my foundation I was standing on is gone. I don't think it matters how old you are, there is a sense of finality to the loss of parents that seems like the final push to independence a parent gives. It is then our turn to fly on our own and guide our young to do the same.
 During the days leading up to the funeral I phoned several people to tell them of Dad's passing and the arrangements. Undoubtedly the most difficult calls I found I had to make were to my parents friends, that have come about through church, business, neighbourhood or recreation, but all were friends by choice. Their friendships were developed by our human need for companionship, but enriched by respect and love. I must admit that by phoning I felt like I was severing that friendship, but as I looked around at reception after the service I gained even more respect for my Dad. He was a true friend to so many people and that is admirable and certainly something the whole world could learn from. I contemplated whether I would have so many friends attend when I go and that it would be an indication of a life well lived and shared. I am so blessed. My parents were such a positive influence in my life and my brothers and sister. We grew to be the people we are today because of their love and respect for each other and us. A parent will have no more important job in their entire life than that of nurturing and guiding another human being.
My Dad taught me how to fly fish, among other things, and that the experience was what was important, not how many fish you caught. He taught me to drink in the surroundings and to slow down and appreciate the day. I look forward to many more days with his fishing rod in my hand and his memories in my heart.

“People so seldom say I love you And then it's either too late or love goes. So when I tell you I love you, It doesn't mean I know you'll never go, Only that I wish you didn't have to.” ♥

Cecil Arthur Head April 11,1922 - March 27, 2012