I had a nice chat yesterday with an Earth Person who has known me for - I hate to say it - 45 years. The subject was my father, a man he's qualified to critique. I am terrifically blessed with a spouse that listens when I need to talk; I am similarly blessed with a lot of men in The Program who do the same; and I have this great writing outlet which makes me look at stuff logically and dispassionately. That being said it was a relief to be able to bounce my behavior off yet another sympathetic ear. I got helpful, thoughtful feedback but mostly the benefit is hearing myself talk out loud because I usually do what I want to do whatever the advice. But from time to time all of us need to be able to say: "This is what I'm doing," hoping for a positive response but willing to learn from a negative one.
His dad - a longtime member of The Fellowship - died not long ago. I wanted to hear how his dad felt about dying. It has been a trip watching people close to me pass away, some peacefully, a few kicking and screaming, others inhabiting spaces all levels in between. I think that the jist of it was that his father was prepared globally, spiritually, strategically to die but that the end snuck up on him a little too quickly, that he wanted to stick around for just a bit longer, to say some final goodbyes. I felt really good about that. I expected nothing less from him.
And here I am juggling my dad's decline. I don't know. I just don't know.
Thursday, April 7, 2016
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