A couple of weeks ago, my son Lucas stopped by for a visit. I was showing him some of my new work when he spotted an intuitive palette knife painting that I had completed as the first in a series several months back. A sketch if you will of three big rocks in a mountain lake. “I love that one”, he said while diverting his attention from my new work. I asked him why he liked it and he said “because it looks like a Van Gogh”. Hmmm, how could this unnamed, unsigned practice sketch be appreciated by him when I didn’t recognize the value in it? Perhaps it was the three rocks, or the three peaks, or perhaps it was that I completed in in only three hours.
With the exception of today, each Sunday for the past year and a half I have been my Father’s Caregiver. His passing Last Tuesday leaves me feeling so empty this morning. There are so many things I will miss. His favorite tv show was CBS Sunday Morning with Charles Osgood, he never missed it. Last week, there was a story on the “Happy Song Guy” Pharrell Williams that made Dad smile and triggered memories of like minded singers from his day.
Of all of the rituals and Routines with my Father, the thing that I will miss most is the way that he counted to three. Before every transfer to and from his bed, the wheel chair, the Lazy Boy, etc…he would count down saying “one da da, two da da, three da da”. As you can imagine it was a little embarrassing at first when he did this in public but it always put a smile in my heart to hear it. My Dad needed a lot of magic to cope with the difficulties of having Parkinson’s, the “dada’s” I believe, helped him find it.