Over the course of my life, I have watched this tree blossom and wilt, season after season, year after year. It was very rare that I took a moment to even notice its beauty, or transition from life to death, and death to life. That is, until 2 years ago today, when I lost the single greatest influence I had in my life as a man. The day my father passed away, October 16th 2012, I sat outside on the back deck of my family home and stared at the sky for what seemed like hours. Ironically, it wasnt until that that day I finally saw the absolute brilliance of color that this tree offered up each season. Fall has always been my favorite time of year, yet it wasnt until the concept of death became very real that I started to realize the significance of what this season represents. Within weeks, this tree will fade back to being nothing more than bare branches with the weight of winter on her shoulders. But before that happens, there will always be one last magnificent explosion of color and life. These past two years have taught me that life, much like this tree, is a never ending cycle of death and rebirth, in a variety of forms. And just before the weight of death burdens us all, we tend to forget the beauty that comes before it, and the beauty that can and will undoubtedly follow. Because although this tree will seemingly have no beauty to offer in the following months, we can rest assured that come spring, death will once again give way to life and beauty once more. I will never accept that you are no longer here with me dad, but I can promise you that I will always find beauty in everything youve left us. Even when we cant see it, its everywhere, in everything. For everything youve shown me in the past, and what you continue to show me even after your gone. I love you dad. 4/16/56 - 10/16/12
Posted on: Thu, 16 Oct 2014 16:52:06 +0000
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