Flash of Silver…the leap that changed my world
Rite of Passage Seven –A Fate Worse Than Death–
(1951-1953) Age 17-19 years old
Q: Distant Dads: Was your dad distant, without too much warmth or interest in you? Can you recall just one memory of how he might have revealed his love for you?
Poor Dad, he tried so hard…I can see this now but not at the time and not before it was too late to let him know that I loved him too!
He travelled across England (not far) and stayed with me overnight at a pub in Honiton, Devonshire. It was my last night before reporting to the British Army for my two years of National Service.
He settled down, after supper, to ply me with alcohol so that he could see how it might affect me. After two beers I was no longer thirsty. We had an early, uneventful night.
Bright and early we set out for the training camp. At exactly 0900hrs, the time set to begin a full day of induction; he deposited me at the Guard House, “Good luck my boy,” he managed gruffly. He shook my hand and turned about smartly…marching off with a stiff back and arms swinging with precision. He never looked back…but I stood still, watching him go.
I was first in line…a good start made possible by a good man. He had showed me his love but couldn’t say it!
So…what about now?
Oh how I miss him. I have over the years uncovered several very dear examples when he showed his love. He even put his quite bristly face against mine, just once, and seemed to kiss me; I have so wanted that to be so but cannot be sure. We were thousands of miles apart when he died. The doctors said that he had simply turned his face to the wall and had given up.
Please, if your dad is still alive and you can recall just one brief moment of his love…do tell him and see what God might do with even a tiny slice of affection? With God, all things are possible!
P.S. This week I read Treena’s poem Couple Power