Happy Frigg and Freya’s Day
I have been meaning to write this post all week long. I have had three days off and still was not able to muster the emotional strength to do so. My father meant a lot to me, words can’t express it, and every Father’s Day I wish he was here so I could say “Happy Father’s Day Dad, I love you.” After a few moments of that wish, the sadness comes and I realize that I can’t do that because he is gone.
I had my first bought with deep depression after his death. My first time walking the real Grey and I had the hardest time with it. I was in a depressed state for at least a year and I never really came out of it until I found someone who didn’t judge me for it but actually understood and helped me through it. That person at the time gave me meaning and purpose again and I was able for the first time to stand and keep walking.
Looking back it wasn’t my faith in Christianity or Jesus that got me through it, just the need for purpose. Reaching deep down and find the reason to keep living when your depressed is hard but the only way to not let it beat you. That is the key to getting past the depression of losing someone close to you – finding the reason to keep living and going on. Once I understood this, I have walked the Grey ever since instead of falling victim to it like at that time after my father’s death. I had to do that a lot last year.
I had to take those life lessons and use them a lot last year. I think it created in me my personality that is unique and I had to use one of its strengths last year I didn’t expect. I have found that my personality has this thing called ‘ the door slam’ and it is very real. When people are no longer part of your life because they have chosen to betray your friendship or walk away from you, you can slam the door in your mind on them and never look back as an INFJ.
One man in particular last year I did this to after I found out he used my trust of him and my love for my congregation and my flame against me to get what he wanted. I literally want nothing to do with him other than to hear that he has been found out for the fraud he is. I will smile and clap at that moment and move on with lighter steps. But I am moving on without him and I don’t miss him. The door is slammed behind me for him. The only thing I really deal with now is the trust issues are higher because of him.
I can’t do this with people I love deeply. No matter how bad they hurt me, I can never slam the door on them. It is always open a crack. It makes me vulnerable to them which in some cases scares that shit out of me. In other cases, like my father, the vulnerability turns to The Grey. The helpless vulnerable state of being depressed about missing them and not being able to do anything about it. I have been fighting it regarding my father all week long.
I am coming to the hardest part of the summer as memories of last year get really dramatic and my emotional swings from last year were very intense. This makes memories of them tough and a swirling storm of The Grey I am walking through right now. I wish it was late August as the memories start to get happier. But I have a couple more months of this to go. But my father’s wisdom and the lessons I learned from his death and moving on from it are still with me.
Well, this is a father’s day post so allow me a moment of conversation with my departed dad.
“Happy Father’s Day, Dad – wherever you are. I love you and I miss you. I wish you could be here to see what your grandchildren have become – they are all awesome and your great-grandkids are out of this world. I feel they have all been robbed by not knowing you better. I am fairly sure you would have spoiled them with your love by now.
I don’t know if you would be proud of me anymore. I don’t really care in some ways about that. I just wish you were here so I could say I love you and get one more of your monster hugs that would crush my chest. I feel that still when Ed, Jr. hugs me. He is a lot like you. I wish you could have seen him play ball – you would have loved it. He is becoming a great father like you. Justin is a hard worker like you and has made his own life which would make you proud. Patience – well that little one year old you used to carry, is all grown up and taking care of your wife. She lives in the house you used to call your home and now it is hers and I know you would be proud of that. You would be very proud of the woman she has become, I know I am.
I see bits and pieces of you in all of them. Sparks of your legacy. I love you and miss you, but every now and then I see you in them and you don’t seem so far away. Even little Otto has your eyes and your happiness. You still live in all of them. For that, I am thankful to you and the father you were.
I love you, dad. I always will.”
The Rabyd Skald – Wandering Soul, Bard, and Philosopher. The Grey Wayfarer.