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Roots, Relationships, and a Seagull

June 20, 2012 By Sandra Heska King

The parsley and the basil roots pant for water as they bake in their biodegradable pots.

I meant to sink them deep long before this.

And the geranium 6-pack baskets, bought over a month ago when spring exploded early?

Once luscious red, now with browned heads.

 

I need perennials. Plants that thrive and spread on neglect and lack of touch-me love.

But that’s not so with relationships.

Relationships need time and attention and lots of touch-me love. Or they’ll shrivel up and die.

But when we die to self and our own agenda, when we sacrifice our basil, relationships bloom.

So the plants will have to hang on a bit longer (or not) because I’m heading north to where my roots run deep. I’m going home for Father’s Day. Where we’ll bake in the heat at a small-town air show.

It’s the memory-making small things that demand attention now.

Those what-if-this-is-the-last-time moments.

He just turned 85 and has had two traumatic brain bleeds in the last year (one requiring surgery), and even now has two small ones discovered on a followup scan. Our brains become more fragile as we age, the doctor says, and it doesn’t take much–even a hard cough or sneeze–to trigger one.

I wonder how many of us could be walking around while we ooze a little.

But the reality is every moment is the last moment.

Each one is one-and-only, a last-one-forever.

He was here yesterday, too, and they had to park way down and use the shuttle. But the shuttle bounced and jostled over ruts and bumps, and we want to protect his head (and I think I’d like to protect mine, too), so Sissy is assertive about parking close and avoiding that ride.

We carry chairs a short distance and turn our eyes to the sky.

My dad would have loved to fly a plane, but his congenital nystagmus kept him out of every service but the Civil Air Patrol.

Life bleeds disappointments, and I ache for him. For that and for how he’s always wanted to go to Alaska and Australia and how unlikely it is that those trips will happen. I grieve for his newly widower state, and I think of him during those last hours as I stood in the room’s doorway and watched him stroke my unconscious mom’s arm with one hand and gently cup her neck with the other. And how he held out hope until the very end. And how he emailed me the morning of what would have been their 65th anniversary that the first thing he planned to do was go to the cemetery.

I think of a God who stretched the skies and suspended this sphere into nothingness and how he cups us in our disappointments.

Of how hope never disappoints.

Of how His love never quits.

A few years ago, my mom and sister surprised Dad with a ride in a B-something bomber. And today we plan to take a short helicopter ride. But right now we crane our necks upward to marvel at loops and dips and dives, at spiraled colors and at love written in the sky.

And I didn’t realize I’d snagged the seagull until later, looking strangely like a dove of peace flying straight into the heart.

 

 Soar high in the skies, O God! Cover the whole earth with your glory! ~Psalm 57:5 (Message)

 

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  1. kd sullivan says

    June 21, 2012 at 1:44 pm

    This is great…enjoy your father, because you are right friend, you never know which times are the last times

    • Sandra says

      June 22, 2012 at 8:29 am

      Never go to bed or say good-bye mad . . .

  2. HisFireFly says

    June 21, 2012 at 2:06 pm

    USA reaching up to Canada, and both soaring —

    Perhaps like your spirit and mine, spanning the distance

    love you Snady!

    • Sandra says

      June 22, 2012 at 8:30 am

      I thought of you, Karin, and all my Canadian friends. 🙂

      Love you, too, friend.

  3. diana says

    June 21, 2012 at 3:36 pm

    Love this so much. And so glad to see it, too. Cute pix of the 3 of you – a trio of pixies! Just delightful in every way.

    • Sandra says

      June 22, 2012 at 8:31 am

      That’s my niece, my Sissy’s girl. They could only take three of us up. And Sissy made the sacrifice.

  4. Joanne Norton says

    June 21, 2012 at 4:25 pm

    What a blessing!!! I’m rejoicing with you and yours, believe me! The photos are great, of course. Wish I could’ve been hanging out with you.

    • Sandra says

      June 22, 2012 at 8:34 am

      That would be awesome, CaryJo. Maybe we could hang out under parachutes. What do you think?

  5. Dolly@Soulstops says

    June 21, 2012 at 4:56 pm

    incredible pictures…and how you captured your deep love for your father, and his love for your mother…very touching.

    • Sandra says

      June 22, 2012 at 8:35 am

      Thank you, Dolly. I wish I had treasured earlier years as much . . .

  6. Sheila Seiler Lagrand says

    June 21, 2012 at 7:46 pm

    Every visit, every minute, counts.

    I’m so glad you get that. 🙂 Love this. Love YOU.

    • Sandra says

      June 22, 2012 at 8:35 am

      And they tick by so. fast. Love YOU.

      But what moments do we miss by sleeping? 😉

  7. S. Etole says

    June 21, 2012 at 8:27 pm

    Some friends just lost their 18 year old son … a vivid reminder of what you have shared. Treasure the moments.

    • Sandra says

      June 22, 2012 at 8:36 am

      🙁 🙁

  8. Linda says

    June 21, 2012 at 8:41 pm

    Oh Sandy I know that “what if this is the last time.” I know it on every special day and on the days that are just ordinary. I hold each one tenderly, trying desperately to cherish each moment. We are blessed to still have them, but it is so filled with bitter/sweet. How thankful I am for Jesus.
    This is so beautifully, sensitively written. You are a star!

    • Sandra says

      June 22, 2012 at 8:37 am

      You are a gift, my sweet roomie. Thankful for Jesus. Thankful for you. He introduced us. 🙂

  9. Kathy says

    June 22, 2012 at 1:37 am

    What a touching tribute to your Dad that you shared. I know you need the time for this precious relationship to have the spiritual watering that will strengthen your ties. Your photos are so dramatic of the planes and then the gulls. We were meant to soar like these two as we touch our spirit and contact the living Lord. Thanks for this great pictorial message.

    • Sandra says

      June 22, 2012 at 8:40 am

      It was a beautiful day, beautiful sky that held beautiful messages of love and risk and dreaming. Thank you, Kathy.

  10. Martha Orlando says

    June 22, 2012 at 8:23 am

    What gorgeous photos and beautiful tribute to your father. I still have my dad here, too, but he has Alzheimer’s and we don’t know how long it will be before he no longer knows who we are. I think watching our parents age is one of the hardest experiences we go through.
    Give your dad a hug for me!
    Blessings, Sandy!

    • Sandra says

      June 22, 2012 at 8:43 am

      Alzheimer’s is such a thief. It steals from the person and from everyone around him/her. Those who care for those who suffer major in sacrificial love. Blessings to you and your dad, Martha.

  11. Lisa Smith says

    June 22, 2012 at 2:15 pm

    Sandra, love this!! We must take each second by the hand and run with it!!
    Hey, I’m linking to you this weekend 🙂 (found you at Jen’s)

    • Sandra says

      June 22, 2012 at 9:39 pm

      Taking each second by the hand…love it.

      I’m excited that your linking up. 🙂

  12. Megan Willome says

    June 22, 2012 at 7:11 pm

    Sandy, you are so precious! Can I come up to Michigan and just hug you right now?

    • Sandra says

      June 22, 2012 at 9:38 pm

      I’m waiting with open arms. xoxo

      Are you coming to LL this fall?

  13. Diane BAiley says

    June 23, 2012 at 4:24 pm

    Oh how we love our dads, and plants that grow where planted. Have a beautiful weekend Sandra.

  14. Jennifer@GDWJ says

    June 25, 2012 at 9:44 am

    Lining up with Megan to give you a hug. Your photos and story are exquisite.

  15. imperfect prose says

    June 26, 2012 at 10:40 pm

    i loved this sandra. it reminded me of spending time with my mum, actually, because we always needed to be careful of her head too. i also really enjoyed these photos. so vibrant and joyful.

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