Think about it. The first instinct a father has when holding their precious baby is to kiss their cheek… because what feels better than fresh newborn skin pressed against your lips when no words seem significant enough to properly represent your overwhelming amount of love? Those same fathers eventually experience earthly departures, yet that same first instinct remains… because what feels better than the unique scent of a loved-one pressed against your lips when no words seem significant enough to properly represent your overwhelming amount of love? From beginning to end, humankind simply craves love; it is the common denominator of life, whether it’s filled with many healthy years, or cut short by unfair sickness…
Happy Fathers Day, to my Husband, who got to excitedly kiss our daughter ‘hello’, but last year, had to bravely kiss our son ‘goodbye’.
Happy Fathers Day, to my Dad, who got to greet me with a kiss ‘hello’, but today, had to sweetly kiss his own Father ‘goodbye’.
& Happy Fathers Day, to my Beloved Papa, who for the first time this morning, got to meet my Theodore in heaven with a kiss ‘hello’, but only as soon as the family all had to kiss him ‘goodbye’…
Life is beautifully hard. It always seems to strike a balance, by forming one big messy composition of ‘happy hellos’ and ‘sad goodbyes’… But it’s all worth it with the love of our fathers and forefathers that know how to seal the beginning and end with a kiss.
… join me by #FallingRightSideUp
when life gets turned upside down.