Black Butterfly

• Daddy

  Posted: June 20, 2008, 8:03 am by mwari

  
  

  The past weekend was Father’s Day, but it was one that was mired by the death of a very well-respected journalist, who according to his one and only son, Luke, appears to define the true meaning of a father. Tim Russert passed away last week.  May God rest his soul in peace.  Today, I watched Luke Russert’s interview, and I could not help but be moved.  Tim you did an awesome job.  What caught my eye though was how affectionately and lovingly he spoke of his father.  What would, in my mind, have been a difficult and painful moment, was turned into a wonderful tribute of who Tim Russert really was. Thank you Luke for sharing that with us. 

  This morning while in the shower, where it seems my many profound (at least to me) moments seem to arise, I was thinking about my Dad, and how I haven’t called him in a while.  And, while in the shower, I thought, I really should make a commitment to speak to him at least once a week.  Sometimes, we take for granted that our parents will always be in our lives, but the fact is, as I get older, so do they.  And, this is the time I need to talk to them as much as possible so that I can absorb as much of their wisdom as I can. In his interview Luke said that he knew that he was loved by his dad.  That resounded in me. Because, if there’s anything that I know and know for sure without a trace of doubt in my mind, is that my father LOVES me.  I know what it means to be loved.  I am so grateful to God for allowing the man that I call father to be my father.  What a perfect match. 

  My Dad is like the coolest guy on planet earth.  I’m not saying this cuz i’m biased.  Nope.  My guy-friends love hanging out with him, and he loves hanging out with young folks.  He’s really different.  For someone who grew up during and after colonialism, he’s outlook on parenting is completly different.  He got me hooked on watching Animated Films.  Which father of that generation sat with their kids and watched cartoons and actually enjoyed doing so? My Dad did.  Which father drove you and picked you up from the hang, just so that he made sure you got home safe?  My Dad did.  If you knew where I lived, you would truly appreciate this.  He was never hangup on protocol.  He just was who he was, and didn’t care what other father’s his age were doing.  During my adolescent years, when I met a boy that I actually liked, he listened to me yap on and on and on about this boy.  He never said “don’t talk to me about boys!” He just listened. He never judged. And for that I will always love him. My Dad is the most generous man I have ever met. Generous to a fault.  Generous with his time and his money.  I have yet to see him say no to anyone.  No wonder he is so richly blessed.  I do aspire to be like him, cuz in this aspect I am so unlike him.  He put his brothers and sisters through school, denying himself the opportunity to go to school.  He has put many of cousins through school, housed them, and loved them like his own kids.  No wonder, they all wanna live with him.  See, I told you he’s the coolest. 

  I miss him a lot. Distance takes a toll on relationships.  But, whenever I feel down, I’ll just shot him an email.  And I know I can ask him anything in the world, and he’ll honestly answer it.  That’s my Dad for you. My best friend. I do not know what I did to deserve to be called his daughter (and his one and only for that matter), but I thank God everyday for him.  I pray that my husband and unborn son will be just like my daddy.  Love you dad!!

• I’m Backkkkkkkkkkk

  Posted: June 20, 2008, 7:29 am by mwari

  
  

  I’m back after a long, long hiatus.  I can’t believe its been over a year since I started blogging. I just got done reading my earlier entries.  Dang! So much has changed, yet, not quite. But, I feel blessed to be here, at this moment, with all the good, the bad, and the ugly that this past year has brought.  I won’t bother trying to rehash where and what i’ve been up to.  There’s just not enough time in the world for that. So, i’ll just start where I am now, and try to make this transition seamless. 

  I’m about to start a new chapter in my life in a few weeks.  I’m packing up and leaving the town I currently reside and hoping back East, i.e. East of where I currently live.  I’m moving back to be closer to fam. I’m so excited, though apprehensive about my new job.  I will miss my colleagues, especially my boss-friend.  He has allowed me to grow professionally, and be the best that I can be at what I do.  I’m forever indebted to him for opening this door for me, and the many more that will come.   I’ll still be working in the same industry, so i’m sure our paths will cross every once in a while.  But, I’m so excited…i’m going-going-back-back-to [fill in the blank].  Yes!!! 

  I’ll also be an auntie in a couple of months.  This is a brand-new role that I will be playing.  The first niece/nephew that I will be privileged to spoil rotten.  I.am.so.in.LOVE. Is it possible to love someone that you haven’t seen/met? That must be true definition of love.  I can’t wait. January cannot get here quick enough. 

   

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