Apr23
Only the Good Friday: Daddy’s Rose…
My late father loved roses – yellow roses to be exact. The backyard of the house where I grew up in Indianapolis had rose bushes lined along the fence. Now, whenever I see a yellow rose I think of my father. The house I bought where I currently live has a HUGE sprawling yellow rosebush in the backyard.
He’s been gone “forever” – I was only twelve when he passed away. Every so often I think how I might be a different person if only he’d been around a “little longer” to guide, instruct, and most importantly “love” me. I’ve had enough “therapy” to know that the loss affected me profoundly. Issues of abandonment, fear of trust, ect… were ignited with his illness and ultimate demise. It became a pattern in my life…
However, it “is” what it “is.” I can’t change the past, and can only hope to live authentically into the future. Life isn’t perfect and many feel “cheated.” I only know that even though I’m well into “middle age,” I still miss my “daddy” at times. Yellow roses somehow validate his life and memory…
2 Comments »Only the Good Friday
Beautiful!
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And I meant both the photo and the sentiment.
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