With my new course starting next week,, I’ve been working really hard lately. So, the other night I ran out to pick up some dinner from my neighborhood deli.
As I approached the counter, I was stopped in my tracks.
There was a man standing in line in front me that from the back looked exactly like my father. His clothes, his hair, his stature – at least prior to him becoming so frail and emaciated – were all so familiar. I was frankly shocked when he turned around and it WASN’T him.
Of course, I was already aware that I missed him but it has stopped being quite so top of mind most of the time. With this being the second anniversary of his passing, I had already been contemplating how I would want to acknowledge it.
What I decided is that I do not wish to continue to mark the date of his passing. What I am committed to doing is to celebrating his LIFE. The fact that through me and my brother, Sonny Mayo (who is also doing a-maz-ing things in the world with www.RockToRecovery.org), his legacy lives on.
Celebrating my dad and all the amazing fathers that have touched our lives, I wanted to share with you a poem straight from my dad. I channeled this poem the morning of his memorial service on the summer solstice two years ago. It just came straight through me and felt like it was directly from him.
From my heart and his, to yours. Please use this day up fully…..
Here is your own copy of the poem if you’d like to print it out and keep it.