Fri. Jun 02, 2006
Memories, of the Best Kind
Over the past couple of months on this site, what little I’ve published I think has essentially been mourning for myself, both in brief and at length. But you can only begin to heal inside when you’re finally able to look past those recent Bad Times, and remember how they are vastly outweighed by all the truly Good Times.
It’s taken me a while. I not only lost my father, I also lost a soul who I considered to be my child. Both had long full lives to be recalled, filled with memories I’ll always consider precious. The Good Times. One word at a time, until over 13,000 of them had piled up, I healed. Not completely, but a lot. And it took a lot of time.
Dad also put a lot of time into creating a half megabyte Word file documenting his entire life and travels, the vast majority of it with Mom by his side. Over 40,000 words. That document is used as the foundation for my memories, and I’ve converted that Word file into four web pages that are linked within. So you can not only read my recollections, you can read about his life in his own words.
Both pages of memories are quite lengthy, with lots of photos in the sidebars. And in telling these two stories, I probably tell more a more complete story about myself than I ever have on this web site. That wasn’t the intention. It was to remember the Good Times, and the value they will hold for me for the rest of my life:
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I had “brushed up against” the concept of Rainbow Bridge in the past, but it didn’t connect with me any better than a bad piece of junk mail. I just wasn’t ready for that message. But when that time came, and I saw it in a new light, it was literally like a plug being pulled inside me. Lots flowed out. But that was the point of all this.
I can definitely see how Rainbow Bridge would be a crowded place for some. But I bet you’ll figure out a way to manage.
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The Rainbow Bridge is something that many in non-traditional religious customs acknowledge as a reunion point for those of us with furry/feathered children. It’s a fine place, indeed.
My only ‘problem’ with it is how I will handle the massive influx of creatures when once I arrive. I have this mental picture of cats and dogs leaping from all sides, birds flying in and an occasional rabbit or hedgehog waddling over. (Yes, we’ve had a lot of pets over the years.)
As for your memories of your father, they are great. An interesting side note is that my father, too, was fascinated with WinFax Pro as well.