The Heart of MY Father - Karen Alyce Smith
Contributor: finnsh Created: 2 years ago Updated: 2 years ago
The Heart of my Father
On this day, ninety years ago, my father entered the world. His own father, passed away when he was ninety. We never thought our Dad would really die, he had such a dynamic persona. I think we expected him to go on for years entertaining and impressing with his extraordinary abilities. In particular, we expected to always see him throwing a saddle on a horse and prancing around here or there or anywhere, one with the animal, a double duo of unpredictability.
For many of us, it was the first time we had experienced such irony. I still don’t comprehend it. Such a rare disease, ALS. He survived WWII and many near misses, but as he put it, this really nipped his root. Gone, eighteen years. He never even got to have a smart phone. He loved gadgets.
I miss him, but the other day when I clicked on a video on my computer, there he was reciting a twenty minute poem, entitled, Heart of My Father, from memory. It was written by another Canadian, and it went straight to dad’s heart, because it was so close to his early roots.
It is Saturday and it’s a special day, not because it is the day we get ready for Sunday, as much as it’s the day our dad took us on his planned adventures. Who else ever had such a dad? True, we nearly got killed ourselves on some of them, but how many get to go to Kahuku, and skin dive for lobsters, body surf at Nanikuli, hike to Sacred Falls, get caught in a flash flood, ski down the slopes of Brighton without a lesson, or raft down the Heber river on an inner tube made of canvas, gromets, and rope, only to have it rip apart, seconds into the ride sending all river runners off to Rockport Resevoir in life jackets? We were lucky, that’s how he showed aloha. What a blast! What a guy!