I’ve been thinking about my dad. It is four years since he left us, and I had the odd experience of being there when he died. I guess it is one of those experiences that, if you’ve been there, is one that sticks with you. And how you react is your own unique moment. It is your own personal experience.
Like many things in life, you go through times where it felt like yesterday or a lifetime ago. I continue to feel both.
I have the power source, his ring (see below). It was in bad shape when I got it. The bottom was broken, it was a little rough around the edges, and it needed some rebuilding and TLC. So I brought it to Birks and had them put it back to showroom condition. It cost a lot but it was worth it. It was his ring. It is a tangible thing I can wear when I need more power. When I need a boost. And when I need to remember.
I don’t have much more. I own the old address sign on the house. My mom saved it for me.
Oh and let’s not forget I have a recording of a conversation I had with my dad just a day before he slipped into a coma-like state. Where he tells me I am a beautiful son. Where he has come to realize that his “number is being called.”
On this fourth anniversary of his death I will, as usual, raise a glass to him with my mom. I will pay homage to the 14 Alderbury Crescent sign in my guitar room. I will play his voice recording. And I will raise my fist and the power ring into the air. And I will feel his presence as he sends shock waves through the ring like a lightening strike.
And I shall repeat for all my years.