A strange day of memories

They say you should write about what you know. Over the months, throughout the process of writing my wee blog each day, I’ve come to appreciate both how important and how difficult it is to write from your inner core.  That’s where my stories are you see and that is where ‘Departures’ came from – quite an innocent little story really.  However, when I first posted it I will confess I wasn’t brave enough to say what it was about (although I did go back and add a little note one day).  It was about my Dad.

Today is my Dad’s 70th birthday.  I have no idea where he is, if he is well, or even if he is still alive.  He’s my missing person.  Although there is great sadness in this I’m not entirely unhappy that his chaoticness (the red line under the word tells me it’s not a real word, but hell it fits to me)  is not part of my life. I guess it’s natural to sometimes to wonder though.

I’ve always thought it is such a waste when families become disjointed and people drift out of lives.  Surely there must be a way; to try harder, to find the fix?  Of course I realise this is a simplistic view on what can be complex and challenging issues.

So come full circle and I understand that sometimes there is nothing you can do to change it.  I also accept that sometimes people just drift away.

Music can often evoke powerful memories.  I used to find this piece hard to listen to.  I remember dad playing it when I was younger and in later years it made me feel mighty pissed of whenever I heard it.  Not now though. My son recently discovered Simon and Garfunkel and plays it all the time.

I can listen to it now and sing along – progress is a wonderful thing, time is a great healer and reality is a wonderful leveller.  So wherever you are, this is for you.