"There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you'd better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you'll never understand what it's saying."
Sarah Dessen - Just Listen
I just received the call that my dad, Mr. Wade has been cremated and his ashes will be hand delivered to my home. ALL HIS GREATNESS, housed inside a small Urn that no matter how decorative or opulent the vessel, cannot truly represent his value or his life's work.
My eyes are wide open, but still I must be dreaming. I go about my daily life in mental obscurity. Physically appearing normal while on the inside I feel invisible, like no one else can see the real me. The longer I stay in this place, the more likelihood of the truth being discovered. That I'm just a lost little boy...without his father. Now I've been out of the nest for a very, very long time. But like Tom Petty, I'm still learning to fly, and I ain't got wings. Damn right, coming down is the hardest thing! It is here that I waver and stand in waiting, in a valley down below...beneath towering mountains of judgement, pain, silence, assumptions, ideas & self-serving suggestions. The best and worst come out in people during these times they say. And no matter how moralistic my compass is right now, know that I wish to scream and yell and be politically incorrect! But I can’t..., and I won't. I've exhausted enough time waiting for others to come around and participate, but it's becoming painfully obvious that the adhesive that once held the definition of what would constitute "US" together has lost its fixative.
If money and time were no object, we would all be celebrating endlessly but the reality is obvious..and I wouldn't have been able to do what I have so far, without both your moral and financial support. The words "thank you" are not adequate, nor expressive enough!
These are my wishes and thoughts and I am open to hearing suggestions on how best to go about it...
A great portion of my dad's ashes will be buried at Veterans Cemetary in Irvine, CA. A small memorial service will be held for family and close friends with a date yet to be determined.
Some of his ashes will be commissioned into glass memorial spheres. One each will be given to the City of Redondo Beach and to Adams Middle School.
On January 16th, 2018, a Candlelight Vigil and Celebration of Life gathering will be held at Veterans Park in Redondo Beach on what would have been my dad, Mr. Wade's 71st birthday. A short walk to the Redondo Beach Pier will give us the opportunity to share some of his ashes in the ocean of the Community he loved most. Upon conclusion, I'm hoping that most of you will continue to stick around the pier and support the local businesses in the area with your dinner plans.
I welcome all help and or suggestions in making this dream a reality. I am overwhelmed with not only the painfullness of his loss, but in hearing that he made the difference in so many lives...this pain is bittersweet.
I am asking that you also please pray for my mom as well. For she does not have the support, adequate insurance coverage or history that my dad has. And although she is six years younger than him, her condition and well being is just as important to me, if not more so now that my dad has transitioned. I am strenuously trying not to completely lose myself in all of this....Deep exhale.
"Time is the longest distance between two places."
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