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My Life Givers…

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January 31st was the anniversary of my mother’s death, my dad was found in his transitioned state on the 1st. A few days ago.

It appears he may have passed on, the same day my mother did 3 years ago.

The romantic idea of him joining her seems clear to some of my friends.

But the reality now is, I’ve lost both of my parents. And the grandmother, who I related to as a piece of my mother left behind, after her death.

There is no silver lining in this.

People simply must find a way to survive, and when I was told my father had died I didn’t know what mine would be honestly. My father and grandmother were my lifeboat away from the shore of my mother.

Now there are no anchors.

Imagine the reason your heart beats, all that gives your passions relevance, and your existing history erased in one fail swoop. Hard? I think this is going to be the understatement of my life.

But there is one thing.

My girlfriends…are coming together…from separate corners of the universe… lighting the way forward for me. Two coming forward to contribute to burial costs, one even bringing me interviewing outfits to kick start my journey in finding another job (I mentioned I wanted to go shopping for winter appropriate ones to that aim – some time ago). While another continually encourages me to take care of my well being ‘at this time’ while prompting some thought on what and where my life will go next. And others are extending their shoulders to lean on, if I ever need one.

It’s a rather stunning display of love and caring, and in a chilly world full of platonic, professional, and romantic disappointments.

My true network is illuminating herself via action, making me feel cared for in a way that is also establishing a scattered community of sisters, as not so.

An unexpected perk, from hours of undirected talk and listening. I suspect.

Well, maybe it’s a given. But it’s a gift-wrapped blessing smack dab in the middle of what feels like a cursed life.

I’ve lost my life long best friends in my parents.

The air.

But standing by… is an unrecognized community…providing some.

Stopping my heart, from stopping.

It Lives in Me…

This is the legacy Marva and Ambrose (Sr.) left me, and I am proud of it.

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They were one another’s “love” and best friend, up to the month my mom entered the hospital a final time. For her last battle. May she rest in peace.

I remember the last kiss I saw them both have, full of love, and humored at my aim to make them both laugh during.

They had to maneuver their wheel chairs and lean beyond what was possible, to reach each other. So I said something like “Old age love,” framing the moment with the kind of crude humor you can have with people who are absolutely clear you love and admire them.

They kissed in that way, that transmits ‘I love you.’ And it was a really sweet moment between them. I remember it like yesterday.

I loved that moment.

And their love.

It’s a stain, on my life, in the best way.

And I know my mom and dad, wanted me to find someone of my own, like they each had. Someone to love me to my last days too. But this is a different time, where women hustle love and men status date. I’m grateful I was present to theirs, and one of my own once.

It’s enough.

Traits of a Great Dad: Involvement & Commitment

Father’s Day is tomorrow.

Before I say what I’m going to say, some music to set the stage:

Now that I’ve raised the vibration, happy father’s day to anyone out there who is a biological, adoptive, step, communal, or foster parent..that gets involved with the details. And when I say the details, I mean listening to the child or children talk about things that don’t concern you (with interest). By the details I mean attending those recitals, football games, dance performances, or simply reading the stories your child writes, then continuing in this spirit of giving a damn til they’re big, even old.

If you’re that kind of father, you are a gift to the earth, and this is not some airy-fairy sentiment. You are because your interest will have an effect on the course of their lives, in the deepest of ways.

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So, I hope you have a wonderful father’s day today and many more after. Virtual Hugs.

Now on to  the portion of you who “hope” to raise children one day, doing so with a man.

The only ones worth dating are THE ONES WHO DON’T RUN FROM INVOLVEMENT. These are the only candidates you should be considering for relationship. Especially if you know you’d like to have children.

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So, take the time to find out what his views are of his parents or guardians, past romantic relationships, SIBLINGS, and any long term job he’s held where he had to endure. And I am not saying you have to do the twenty questions thing, in fact it’s best if you span the conversation out. But you need to get in there and find out what his view of these people and experiences are, so that you can make an educated decision about pursuing one day further of attention on this him.

Then you need to find out his view of you, his vision for you with him (is this working up to a one time thing, on-call go times, girlfriend status, or a wifey role for you)? Once again, spread out these conversations. But you NEED to HAVE THEM, if you think you could FALL IN LOVE. DO NOT SKIP OVER THIS STUFF.

Your future, and some future man or woman’s (a baby all grown up) entire life will be affected by it.

So you will need to make some choices, and in order to make those choices you will need to know who is in front of you (that means no desperation to get a guy here).

Lastly, you will need to find out his vision of relationship in general. The how it will go. What if he has plans to move to China in five years?

So, ask then listen as he lays out his brilliant plan for a relationship. After, take it as his absolute truth.

No…. once he gets to know me, love will change his mind, or he hasn’t been this attracted before, or he doesn’t know what (something else) is like, he will change his mind when he does…. self pep talks. Listen and consider his vision as the goods you are buying into. Period. If it isn’t your thing, get out of the store. I don’t care how charismatic, good-looking, smart, or interested he seems. Don’t date him.

Even…if you MAKE A CONNECTION. Values are something people rarely hold lightly.

Now what does this have to do with father’s day?

Well, it’s no secret  that we tend to choose in partners, the parent we had the most difficulty with (hoping we get a different result). I had a present (meaning he was around) absentee dad (deeply uninterested in having a girl child).

So nearly every relationship was modeled after him subsconsciously.

So  Father’s Day… is not my day. I really don’t enjoy expressing the sentiments. I was the child who was endured by a dad who was elated to have boys. I’m a chick. Who was emotional, sentimental, emo, the works. Imagine that as a child and a dad who preferred the rough tough em doesn’t want to talk about anything male.

I was his nightmare. And he was my first heartbreak.

But he did his best, because my dad sincerely loves my mother. So out of respect for her he did give it a try, but his heart wasn’t in it. Still isn’t. So most times he’s a little annoyed to be talking to me, and stand-offish.  On the other hand, I had a very active, involved, concerned,  interested mother. So the empty hole in my heart would be doctored, for the time being.

But now, he’s left too many holes.

And my mom is older, tired, slower, she can’t be the consumate fixer.

And it’s okay. She’s put in her years.

But this is important to know. Your dismissive boyfriend, will become your dismissive husband, then a man who will dismiss some aspect of your children (or one of em’). And when they grow up, they will dismiss themselves, thinking they’re no big deal, because this is what they know. Is that what you want some little one to know?

No? Then go into dating with your head on, spine working, ready to make decisions.

Of course have fun, be turned on, connect (“What about connection?”)…. just don’t go to sleep.

Johann Wolfgang Goethe said,  “Choose well. Your Choice is brief, and yet endless.”

A great quote. By that he meant, the choices you make today will be built upon..expanded…carried on for a long time. So take the time to make the right one. And to do that, you’ve got to have your head on.

I didn’t for years. My underlying attitude was, who cares? I’m not the winner (in the family). I’m not some star, not the one who’s gonna have some great marriage, the bucks, success.

Course not. I was ‘beside-the-point’ kid to my dad, my little heart noticed. Then it grew into a big heart that tried to win approval outside. But you don’t want your daughter living my life. I love God. So I was protected through some real risk taking behaviors, questionable friendships, acts of defiance and such. But really, none of that needs to go down.

Little girls should have the commitment and care through life of their dads. Little boys too. So your choices are serious (if you plan on being a parent). Someone else’s life is at stake.

Cross any ‘too busy to call, come by, thinks your view is no big deal, never gives his word or keeps it’ dude….off the list.

And if you think I’m being too extreme, imagine you are the kid receiving the above behavior. Imagine you are 6. How does it feel? Imagine you’re 7, now 11.  Now imagine it’s been happening your whole entire life.

Ready to say happy father’s day?

Cross him off the list.

Why I Don’t Diet – An Ode to My Father

Very special read. Take the time…

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Tiffany Kell headshotMy father died three weeks ago. He was in hospice, with all the pharmacological and technological assistance available to keep him comfortable and pain-free, but it was still, as deaths go, not a good one.

I had flown in hours after I’d heard about his fall. He was in late-stage heart and renal failure, and this fall was the beginning of the end. When I arrived, a nurse popped into the room to check on him. “Are you in pain?” she asked. “Just a little,” my dad said, joking through his wincing.

It didn’t have to end like this.

My father was born larger than life, to a family of larger than life people. DNA sequencing showed we are almost entirely Viking stock, no great surprise given the height and breadth of our bodies.

When my father turned 20, he was over 6’2 and 300lbs. His feats of athleticism echoed…

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