father's day
okay, okay. i know, i am a few days early on this, but that is not really my point. i was listening to michael savage ( -- or-- the savage nation, whatever) on the way home from vandy today. he was talking about father's day. you know, it is nothing new to hear someone comment on father's day, or mother's day in regards to the gift-buying and money spending and general "bruj-ha-ha" -- don't ask why i spelled that like that or what that even means, cause i don't care. charlie and i always joke about finding situations to throw in certain words or -isms or whatever, so there you have it. anyway, back to Father's day, and a more serious note:
today was my father's day. i didn't give my dad a gift today. i didn't say happy father's day. we didn't have this big cook-out or meal. in fact, he was on a clear liquid diet, and i went out to dinner so that he could sleep. and i think that i spent more combined time in the surgical waiting room than actually with him in this room, helping him hold the cup of cranberry juice, re-positioning his pillow, helping him pick up the spilled cup of ice and plastic spoon when he fell asleep taking small bites. on my father's day, i sat and listened to my dad sing in spanish -- or was it just tongues :) -- sometimes his spanish isn't so great anyway, and i can't exactly assume that his spanish on dilaudid is actually better that his undrugged-spanish. i instructed him on holding a pillow over his abdomen to cough, and smiled when he tried to name/describe all of the natural (and unnatural) orifices in which tubing and drains exited his body.
sometimes on father's day i get so concerned about planning and buying and "will he like it" or better yet "will he use it" anything really that i think relates more to me ... than to him. well, this father's day was different. this entire day had to do with him. from waking up at 5am, to rushing to nashville to catch him before the anesthesiologist did, to waiting for the surgeon to phone us, to hearing that he would "forget to breathe" in the waiting room...this day was about my father. he takes care of me, today i got to worry and pray and care for him.
hats off to our dads...and thanks to God for giving us earthy representations of Him. and more than that... thank God for filling the holes and the gaps and all of the incompletes our earthly fathers' will leave us with. one day, they will all be made complete. go hug your dad.
today was my father's day. i didn't give my dad a gift today. i didn't say happy father's day. we didn't have this big cook-out or meal. in fact, he was on a clear liquid diet, and i went out to dinner so that he could sleep. and i think that i spent more combined time in the surgical waiting room than actually with him in this room, helping him hold the cup of cranberry juice, re-positioning his pillow, helping him pick up the spilled cup of ice and plastic spoon when he fell asleep taking small bites. on my father's day, i sat and listened to my dad sing in spanish -- or was it just tongues :) -- sometimes his spanish isn't so great anyway, and i can't exactly assume that his spanish on dilaudid is actually better that his undrugged-spanish. i instructed him on holding a pillow over his abdomen to cough, and smiled when he tried to name/describe all of the natural (and unnatural) orifices in which tubing and drains exited his body.
sometimes on father's day i get so concerned about planning and buying and "will he like it" or better yet "will he use it" anything really that i think relates more to me ... than to him. well, this father's day was different. this entire day had to do with him. from waking up at 5am, to rushing to nashville to catch him before the anesthesiologist did, to waiting for the surgeon to phone us, to hearing that he would "forget to breathe" in the waiting room...this day was about my father. he takes care of me, today i got to worry and pray and care for him.
hats off to our dads...and thanks to God for giving us earthy representations of Him. and more than that... thank God for filling the holes and the gaps and all of the incompletes our earthly fathers' will leave us with. one day, they will all be made complete. go hug your dad.
posted by rebekah at Wednesday, June 15, 2005
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