Oh my papa
My dad
passed away when I was 3 years old. The memories of him are ingrained in me
because of the stories I've heard about him. I couldn’t possibly have actual memories
of him considering I was so very young. Dad had a heart condition that was
brought on from having Rheumatic Fever as a child. He was frail and restricted
from strenuous activities.
One of my favorite stories that I was told often
from many family members was how he always carried me around on his shoulders.
I had heard it so often that I began to see the image in front of me vividly.
No matter where we went, it was me on top of pop, my curly unruly brown
ringlets bouncing into my meatball-sized eyes, with that funny lipless smile I
had had (that is before the self-conscious teenage me practiced like
crazy to change it.) I see my Dads
Kramer-like wild curly hair acting as a nice nest for my tiny baby hands. I see
his secure hands locked protectively around my gauzy dress and rounded back. I
see his gentle smiling eyes and matching lipless smile looking up at me. (Those
same soft expressive hazel eyes it chills and thrills me to see on my eldest
son.) I also see my frazzled, boisterous mother who, I was told, worried that I
was too heavy for her sick husband to carry, she would constantly yell at him
“put her Down!!” As a parent now myself, I sure understand why he didn't listen
to her. If you know you aren't going to be with your kids for too much longer,
I’d think you take your chances and hang on tight while you can. I imagine him
just laughing and saying to her “Oh stop yelling, I’m fine! Look how happy she
is”
The weird thing about losing a parent
at such a young age is that it seems the grieving process may be opposite of
the same loss as an adult. As an adult the pain is present for a very long time
but it fades the longer time has passed. All the years of happy memories seem to
comfort my friends who’ve experienced this sadness. The opposite is what I've
been experiencing. Of course at 3 years old I had no clue of what was happening
to my family, to my world. As I grew, there were times I felt curious and times
I felt ashamed about not having a dad. During my teen years, I thought often of
him and wanted to hear all the stories and "get to know" him. As a
young woman planning my wedding I wept for him, for all he had missed. Wept
Knowing that he wouldn't walk me down the aisle. He wouldn't know the woman I
had become or the wonderful man I was planning on spending my life with. Later
I grieved for him not knowing his three amazing grandsons. Heart-broken that
they lost out too.
Now, 52 years after Dad has passed, I still get choked up as
I am right now trying to write this. It may happen while taking a walk or just
hearing a touching song. Just thinking of my
Dad always leads me to those awful ‘if only’s “ If only he hadn’t been sick, if
only he hadn’t left his 3 forgotten children. If only.
Last night I awoke from a heavenly
dream and for a sleepy second or two I thought I actually did truly remember it all,
just
as I have imagined it for all of these years. Little me, in my first happy
place, sitting weightless and carefree, smiling brightly while being carried
off into an idyllic childhood. Cradled on my beloved Dads loving shoulders.
My story was Originally title Oh Pabbi Minn. It's the Icelandic version of Oh my papa by bjork. It brings me to tears every time I hear her beautiful voice sing it. My class felt I should have talked about the title somewhere in the story. I felt it took away from my story. So I decided instead to use the english title here. I'm not going to listen to you either!! but am interested to know...what do you think?
6 comments:
I've always adored your writing, so I am bias! You write from heart...I've always been told show, don't tell when it comes to writing. The sentiment comes through! I think the more you write the better you get...you ALWAYS tell a good story! I've been told so many things over the years. The bottom line is writers write......just write Lucy. You don't need approval! Should you write a book you may need editing but that's it....even then one can easily lose their voice with the wrong editor!
I wonder if grief counselling as a child would have helped . I feel like I have read this before. Or maybe I just know it from an email!So good to see you writing again!
Hugs Giggles xoxo
Giggles you made my day!! for a writer as talented as you to say you adore my writing, is the greatest compliment!! thank you so so much! i think this child Still needs counseling! lol hugs xox
I think it is perfect, as is. Just splendid, Lulu. I am glad you mentioned the song, though, as I'm not familiar with it and now I'm off to google it.
Keep writing! :)
If only.... words we've all used. Lucy, this is beautifully written. It's full of emotion; sadness, happiness, it's all there. Keep writing! You have a special style all of your own and I like it!
Thank you so much bone and Keith! Your encouragement really helps me! How've you been keith?
Too long since I popped in on you! Thanks for popping in to me.
So appreciate it guys!
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