my father as a young man propping up a shovel" laborare est orare"
Saint Benedict
my mother and I talked today about my Daddie.
He died in December of 2004.
We miss him every day.
though I had lost grandparents, a boyfriend and a best friend to Death- None touched all the vulnerabilities I walk with until His Loss. I find his presence forever with me; In my own actions, my choices, and still my vulnerabilities. I am my father's daughter.
in moments of frustration- I find myself wandering to the green carpet of nature to strengthen my connection with Daddie.
many days after he had surveyed land from morning to eve- he would drive in and go from field ,truck , maps- his long day's work right to the yard- often just to pull the weeds that had crossed the line into the green carpet he nurtured, a carpet worked to serve as a moat of sorts for the house he built.
His family was his all.
His work was his prayer.
my Mother says "Your father played hard until we married, " a real athlete, like a kid- shooting marbles the afternoon of his wedding and then he took his vow to work for his family: Giving All.
He died in December of 2004.
We miss him every day.
though I had lost grandparents, a boyfriend and a best friend to Death- None touched all the vulnerabilities I walk with until His Loss. I find his presence forever with me; In my own actions, my choices, and still my vulnerabilities. I am my father's daughter.
in moments of frustration- I find myself wandering to the green carpet of nature to strengthen my connection with Daddie.
many days after he had surveyed land from morning to eve- he would drive in and go from field ,truck , maps- his long day's work right to the yard- often just to pull the weeds that had crossed the line into the green carpet he nurtured, a carpet worked to serve as a moat of sorts for the house he built.
His family was his all.
His work was his prayer.
my Mother says "Your father played hard until we married, " a real athlete, like a kid- shooting marbles the afternoon of his wedding and then he took his vow to work for his family: Giving All.
"labrare est orare"
to work is to pray
to work is to pray
Daddie and Liz in the scuppernong
