Sunday, November 1, 2009

Let The Peace Begin

It seems so odd to begin writing a regular blog post after posting about my dad's death on October 27th.
Oh. That is the first time I've actually put those two words together. Big sting. Deep breath. It's like I don't want to cover up what I wrote the day he feels wrong....I can't explain it. I was alone with him when he passed and somehow his presence on this page helps me keep that sacred moment close to me. Does that make sense? Although the pain of watching him take his last breath was wrenching, there was a stillness and a raw electric energy I've never ever felt this side of Heaven's gates before. It was like being in a Holy place. I literally felt him leave. Call it the presence of God, the life force, or whatever you will....Holy Ground is Holy Ground.
It was an extraordinary moment.
And one I will write about later.

I know this too shall pass...the falling apart when I see chainsaws in the hardware store,
or fresh tomatoes on the vine (see his homegrown tomatoes here) or a Peanuts cartoon strip. So my friends tell me. And even though we laid him to rest on Thursday in his favorite Carolina shirt, it doesn't seem possible to me that he is really gone. This too shall pass?

So my friends tell me.
Today I asked my Papa, who must surely by now, be having a grand conversation with Daddy - to talk to him about the peace globes. Along about dinner time I started feeling OK about posting again and to talk to you like the friends you've become.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Your cards, your virtual hugs, your real-time hugs, your phone calls, your blessings, your poems, your marvelous peace globes, your letters, your chat messages, your candle lighting for my dad, your Facebook comments, your text messages, for forming a posse of Peace Globe Worker Bees to keep the peace spinning...I will forever be grateful and amazed.
Thank you for your Reiki and most of all your prayers.

One blogger brought me a real live hug all the way from his corner of the world. He knows.

Another blogger named Ferd (The Best Parts) brought his lovely wife Princess Gail and their son to stand with me at my dad's wake. Please visit his blog when you get a chance.
We met for the first time there and will share a peace globes celebration next week on November 5th at Bloggingham along with a few more bloggers in our area.
Can you imagine how special it was for me to meet them under those circumstances?
They showed enormous compassion to me and my family.

I have been inundated with overwhelming kindness.

I have been uplifted and held afloat by people I've never met.

I have been blessed with prayers for healing of my body and soul.
I have received support from many corners of the globe and held high in prayer by people of all faiths.

I wish for all of you the same in return a hundred times over
when you need it
when you least expect it
when you fall down in private
when you fall down in public (I seem to do that a lot)
I am living proof that there are angels on this earth walking around in human form..
I've met a whole slew of 'em (as Tarheel Daddy would say)

Thank you for holding me up
Thank you for holding my hand
Thank you for allowing me space
Thank you for giving me time when-oh-my-Lord-there-are-only-THREE-days left-til-BlogBlast-for-peace - I'm sure I will need some more downtime in a while.

Most of all, thank you for honoring my father with your words and deeds of compassion.
This sculpture stands outside the hospital where daddy spent the last few weeks of his life. Everyday I would pass by and think of the people who were taking time out of their day to hold me up. I felt your squeezes (Ann, that was for you)
your touch and your strength.

When I held my father's hand, he could feel it too.
And that made his journey home all the more filled with warmth and joy

Let the peace begin.

*My Daddy Is Gone**
How To Get Your Peace Globe


Starrlight said...

I am so glad it was just the two of you and you were there with him and I am glad we could be there for you.

Tarheel Rambler said...

Words still fail me...other than "see you Thursday." :0)

Dawn (Twisted Sister) said...

I agree. I am glad that in whatever capacity we could be there for you in your time of need.
Mucho Love,

Sarge Charlie said...

Did you see Daisy today?

Finding Pam said...

Mimi, you have weaved the threads of friendship through your Peace globes and your blog. I feel like I was with you because I have been down that path. Compassion knows no boundaries.

I can just see your Papa talking with his son. He feels no pain now and I am thankful for that.

I will see you on Nov. 5th.


Cogitator said...

Home-gown tomatoes are just fantastic. I mean, look at those, you'd never see proper tomatoes, full of character (and flavour, I bet) like that in a shop.

Charles Gramlich said...

Your thoughts make perfect sense. I think I'd feel much the same way. I still talk to my daddy quite a bit now and he's been gone almost 40 years.

Mojo said...

I've got a "whole slew" of photos of that very same sculpture. It struck me as I was visiting a friend in that very same hospital. I forget now what it's called, but I knew there would be many, many occasions for me to use the images of it.

I'm so glad you found the love and the support you needed to bring you through to this side of the ordeal that watching someone you love so much make his way to the next plane. And I know the "electric energy" you speak of. I felt it under the same circumstances nine years ago when my I felt my own dad's pulse slow to a halt under my fingers.

It takes a while to realize that the world hasn't stopped spinning, nor has it spun out of control. But you'll find your anchor in the things that are important. the things that matter most.

So bring out the Peace Globes, and let it begin.

Bond said...

Keeping you afloat is all we could do Mimi...knowing full well that you would be there when it is needed by one of us.

Keeping Globes spinning and spreading Worker Bees across the internet has been a blast...

More Globes coming your way today.


Akelamalu said...

With the legacy of the Peace Globes you Daddy will live on my dear. xxxx

Julie said...

The globes will come after another, after another. You will enjoy every one of them in a way you never did in years gone by. But please promise me one thing? Get plenty of rest, drink plenty of water and take your vitamins!

Let the globes begin!

I love you Mimi!

Mama Zen said...

Hugs and peace!

Travis said...

That's the wonderful thing about this community. We do whatever we can to help each other.

jmb said...

My condolences Mimi, to you and your family. I'm glad that his suffering is over and I hope that your wonderful memories of him will sustain you through this sad time

A big virtual hug to you.

Carver said...

Mimi this is such a beautiful and heartfelt post. I loved your mentioning the tarheels. My parents both went to UNC and were big tarheel fans. My mom especially loved her tarheel basketball team and I always think of her when they play.

I know what you mean about not wanting to post after your tribute to your Dad when you let us know what had happened. You honored him again with this post, as you do by being you, his daughter, the queen of the blogblast for peace and so many other things.

Take good care of yourself!

Lisa said...

Oh my goodness, Mimi. I had no idea that your dad passed and want to let you know that I truly do understand how it feels now. Both my beloved 19 year old goddaughter and my mom passed away within six months of each other in 2006 and it felt like the pain (which literally brought me to my knees) would never, ever subside. But it did, after a while of feeling it 'til I couldn't feel it any longer and it passed through me, leaving a trail of love so big I could feel it when I least expected it.

And what a sacred moment for you to be there as your dad took his last breaths.

I send you peace and love and the knowledge that he's right there, loving you with all his heart, as always. That? Never changes.

Blessings to you,
aka: Mystical Chick

katherine. said...

your memories are what makes him live on in your heart and for others...stories you can tell baby boy so when he is older he can tell them.

of course...then there will be the stories baby boy tells about you....

enjoy every moment of your peace week mimi.

Giggles said...

I was with my mom when she passed, it was exactly how you wrote ...sacred, my brother narrated her was a precious time held so dear 17 years later. This is such a sweet post I believe they are both observing you with such pride on your peace globe project!! There are many angels in this world, I think you are drawing them in with your love!!

Hugs Giggles

The Gal Herself said...

Fascinated that you posted that it stung to write those words together. I'm exactly the same but opposite. I hate the finality of hearing myself SAY something aloud. But the point is the same: for women like us, words are powerful.

Which is why I'm so excited about seeing my peace globe go up. Just this past weekend, a young, pregnant Chicago mother was shot by mistake as she took her toddler trick or treating. She was in the line of gang fire. Both she and the fetus will recover, but the story reinforces the domestic and worldwide need for the message of peace globes.

Your daddy is proud of you, My Queen.

Jean-Luc Picard said...

I wish I could have been there with you as well, as do many of us.

AngelBaby said...

I have been sending you lots of Angels to hold you in their arms and give you lots of love and comfort as you go through this time in your life. I hope you can feel their love for you as well as my love.

Love and Blessings,

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