Saturday, March 20, 2010

Happy Birthday, Mom and Dad

I just spent the last 20 minutes searching the Wikipedia website for important events that occurred in history on March 19th and March 20th.  I can tell you that March 20th is the first day of spring and is the vernal equinox where the day and the night are of equal time.  On March 19th, 1931, gambling was legalized in Nevada, in 1954, Joey Giardello knocked out Willie Tory in the first boxing fight on color TV, and in 1946, my father was born.  That wasn't one of the important events in history that I found on the Wikipedia website, but it will go down as one of the most important events in the history of my life.  Also, on March 20th, 1952, my mother was born.  How fitting it was that mom was born on the first day of spring, as it makes perfect sense in the events that have chronicled her life and ours.  Given the event of August 23rd, 2009, when at around 11:19 in the morning my father took his last breath of life, a spring somewhere so deep that you might imagine it not existing, opened anew in all those closest to him, especially my mother.

Searching further on websites looking for other events significant to August 23, 2009, I located a headline that states, 'Upwards Lightening Caught on Film'.  On the day dad passed, this magical and unusual event was captured by US researchers from Duke University in North Carolina.  The article stated that, "...these are not just sparks that come out of the thunderstorm and travel upward and tickle the upper atmosphere.  They actually deliver to the upper atmosphere as much electric charge as the very strong lightning strokes to ground."  (He'd like the word, "tickle" :)  Hmm....could this have been some kind of physical representation of dad's ascent?  The week that followed his death, everyone that was closely involved in preparing the funeral made connections to the fact that, well, God must have needed him in heaven to make such a bold gesture, and that his spirit was connected to both the earth and the heavens, i.e., the horizon.  The word horizon is defined as "the line or circle that forms the apparent boundary between earth and sky."  It is also defined as "the limit or range of perception, knowledge, or the like."  Did dad expand the horizon, on that day, of all those who he left behind?  Did that bolt of lightening (bolt actually being the "word of the day" as noted in another website I found...) represent the indomitable strength of God and of dad's spirit rising to a place that we cannot humanly conceive of?

What brings me peace each day is the thought that dad is buried on the line of the horizon, and that he is watching over us from somewhere very close by.  I have not visited his gravesite in a long while, and I thought about driving to St. Helena this weekend just to be near his body for a short time.  When you sit facing him, you face east, and dad lies facing west with the horizon behind him.  He, in his spiritual form, could be resting on a mountaintop away from the despair of human suffering along with others who have died.  They endured each day and then were asked to come home.  He could also be intimately involved in transmitting hope to those who have lost their way on earth and cannot see the horizon for the moment.  He was pretty good at this in life, and he told me that he never wanted to stop fighting for people who were suffering.  Okay, dad....I believe you.

What better day to look towards the horizon than on the first day of spring.  Dad must have known mom would be okay given her bearings in life, having been born on the day that represents new life and equality with the earth and the sun (as was believed by the Persians who personified the earth and sun as a bull and a lion...me and Beck??).  Perhaps I'm stretching this a little.  I've always been interested in making connections to ideas that are just outside my reach in order to discover a mystery.  Luckily, I married a man who keeps me grounded in what's in front of me, as well.  All I can say is that I ate a mom-famous spritz cookie in honor of my dad yesterday.  I talked to my gram (my mother's mom) and she said that she ate a piece of cake for dad while looking at a photo that she just happened upon when she was cleaning her desk.  Mom and Beck are away enjoying some moments of freedom and celebrating mom's birthday.  And I plan on putting my hands in the soil today, decorating our yard with flowers, and looking towards the horizon...

Thursday, February 25, 2010

The Lid

Tony had an interesting event happen while he was working from home just about a week ago.  He was sitting in the living room, typing away at emails when suddenly there was noise in the kitchen.  He saw both kitties asleep in their spots so it could not have been them that caused the commotion.  When he arose to investigate, he saw something on the floor that had fallen from the top of the refrigerator.  The object was a Tupperware lid, that had been securely placed on the top of the fridge for at least a year, and written on it were the words, "Bob Little".  Either a gust of wind or steam had lifted the lid off of the container it fit, or Tony was visited by someone who wanted to say hello.  I'm hoping that dad or one of his confidants was hanging out in our house, that day, watching over Tony and sending us all positive vibes so that we could make it through the day.