I found out a couple of weeks ago that my father’s service had been set for July 25. I had decided not to make any decision about going until I found out when and where it was, along with how I was feeling about attending.
A funny thing happened on the path to making a decision. My Mantra lots of times is “Everything always works out for me.” And in this case, unexpectedly so. I fell and ended up breaking my left collarbone, near the sternum. Not exactly a common place to do so. As a result of that accident, I decided not to go fly out of state with only 1 useable arm. That, and I was concerned about how any cabin pressure might have on my injury.
It’s now past July 25th. My father’s obituary appeared in the local paper, at least online. It was a rather interesting obit. It was all about him and his accomplishments. Nothing wrong with that I suppose except it seemed like his marriage and kids were an afterthought. An “oh by the way” thing at the very end. Not the obit I’d imagined.
When I talked to my massage therapist/holistic life coach, she suggested I write one. The obituary I’d write would be 2 different versions: the nice public one and the “real” one (the father I knew).
I will include those 2 in future blogs.
I will say that even though I didn’t go to the service, I felt this odd sense of calmness the weekend of the service. It felt like a door had been shut. The anxiety that plagued me most of life has vanished-almost overnight it seems. The anger seems to have disappeared too. A most interesting development I never saw coming.