Tag Archives: Father’s Day

Haiku Friday – Star & Bloom

16 Jun

 

“My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me.”

~Jim Valvano

I lost my father in January of this year and I wasn’t sure how I would feel come Father’s Day. There’s a heaviness in my heart because I miss him. I miss his voice, smile, laughing eyes, and hugs. I miss watching the Discovery, National Geographic, History and Sci-Fi channels with him and discussing what we saw afterward. I miss reading books with him and forming our own little book club to talk about what we’d read.

I remember the faces he made whenever my mom made him dance with her, and his stiff, soldierly way of dancing. He loved movies, like I did, and I remember his reaction when we saw Avatar together in 3D. He resembled a child in his excitement and amazement having never seen anything like that before.

I should never have written ‘lost’ because he’s not lost. He’s in a better place and one day we’ll see each other again and together we’ll marvel at things even more amazing.

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She reached for the stars

The depth of her father’s love

showed her how to thrive

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I Love You, Dad

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Your arms are my shelter

Assuring me that it will be better

Your hand is my comfort

Lifting me up when I fall short

Your voice makes me strong

Teaching me what’s right and wrong

Your smile says it all

Father, I love you more than all

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“Every good man is a father to someone.”

 

 

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A Sad Father’s Day?

11 Jun

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As some of you know, my father is very sick. People tell me to enjoy him while I still have him, but I can’t help thinking of what it will be like when he’s no longer around. He isn’t the man he was a few years ago so I feel like I’m already losing him. We used to watch the history and Discovery channels together and spend hours discussing what we had seen. We can’t do that anymore. We both read Angels and Demons and The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown at the same time, and we had a great time talking about what we’d read on a daily basis. Those days are gone. Now, Father’s Day is around the corner and we won’t be able to have a picnic on the beach or go to the theater, but you know what? I’m not going to be sad on Father’s Day because we’re going to have a great time together. I’m done wallowing in negativity. I’m going to enjoy the time we have together. He may not be the same man he once was, but he is still my father, and I still love him very much.

 

I wrote this poem about a year ago, but I would like to share it with all of you again.

 

 

Father

by Vashti Quiroz-Vega

His brown eyes deepened into polished onyx, and upon them came a mist of tears.

He watched with the facade of a brave man as his baby boy entered the world.

As if his mind and body were not consumed by overwhelming fears.

What are my duties? There are no guidelines. Where do I start?

The babe in his arms felt so natural, yet so alien. A fire blazed in his chest.

“You are a father now.” The words were jolting, yet pleasing to his heart.

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His brown eyes deepened into polished onyx, and upon them came a mist of tears.

He watched with the façade of a calm man as his son toddled, taking his first steps.

As if his mind and body were not consumed by overwhelming fears.

What if he falls? What if he hurts himself? Then I would have failed as a father.

The toddler tottered to him and embraced his dad with dulcet giggles.

As he held his son, it did not feel alien. His heart gave way for love to conquer.

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His brown eyes deepened into polished onyx, and upon them came a mist of tears.

He watched with the façade of a cool man as his son introduced him to his first girl.

As if his mind and body were not consumed by overwhelming fears.

What if he falls in love? What if she breaks his heart?

He embraced his son and slipped extra cash in his pocket.

As he held his son, it felt like love, and he rested assured his son was smart.

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His brown eyes deepened into polished onyx, and upon them came a mist of tears.

He watched with the façade of a brave man as his son grew and had sons of his own.

As if his mind and body were not consumed by overwhelming fears.

Did I raise him right? Did I teach him to be a good husband and father?

He embraced his son, and they were swathed by the love they both felt.

As he held his son, his questions were answered, and he grew calmer.

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His son’s brown eyes deepened into polished onyx, and upon them came a mist of tears.

He watched his father wear the façade of a spent man as he lay on a hospital bed.

His son’s mind and body were consumed by overwhelming fears.

Am I doing the right thing? Who am I to decide when his time has come?

His face dampened with sorrow as he embraced his father.

As he held his father’s weary body and gazed into his dimming eyes, his questions were answered, and he grew calmer.

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His brown eyes deepen into polished onyx, and upon them comes a mist of tears.

He watches with the façade of a pitiful man as his son reaches for that plug.

He is ready to leave this world and grateful his son has let go of his fears.

As his son holds his ruined body, and he feels the lifeblood drain from his eyes, he knows he has raised him right.

His mind and body are consumed with overwhelming love.

His son has given him the gift of peace, and his happy spirit travels toward the light.

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Copyright © 2014 by Vashti Quiroz-Vega. All rights reserved.

*Dealing with a very sick parent or the death of a parent is difficult, painful and sad. It may feel as if the loss of your dad or mom has taken away the person you are inside, has removed a piece of yourself that was integral to making you the person you are. Here are some links to start working through your pain and sadness.

Helping yourself As You Cope With The Loss Of A Parent

A Daughter Losing Her Father: Six Months Later

Father’s Day Without A Father

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How are you celebrating Father’s Day?