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A message to George! Thank you for being you.

Happy Birthday, Dad!
Happy Birthday, Dad!

Today is my Dad’s Birthday. His name is George and he was the smartest guy I ever knew. Here pictured with my Mom and their two Standard Poodles is one of my favorite shots of him. I was very lucky to have them as parents and blessed to have chosen so well because I believe blood or lineage has not one thing to do with parents but instead it is a soul connection.

I believe that a soul enters this life for the lessons and what that soul can teach and learn from others. The Divine Source which we all make up and are very much a part of choose the life with the people needed for us to accomplish this life’s tasks. Religion, territories, possessions, lineage, ancestral bloodlines mean nothing. What you create with this life and how you treat the world around you is the most important act we do in this life.

Woodworking cabinet Dad made.
Woodworking cabinet Dad made.

This belief stems from my Dad, George whom passed 15 years ago, that he is always connected with me. He taught me how to be a strong women. He showed me how to build furniture and to work on cars. He believed there was no such thing as women’s work or men’s work it was all work. He never thought anyone was less than the next person because he experienced much hardship with much joy. He served as a Naval Air Instructor during WWII. He showed me the world of opera and classical music.

My Dad was diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease and vascular infarction (mini strokes) but was treated for Alzheimer. These days I wonder what type of treatment he would have received and would his life ended differently? He slipped away retreating into the nothing-ness of his mind. This strong intelligent man not even able to feed himself gone and only his physical being left behind. He passed in the early morning hours one January day. Glad he was finally free. I think of my Dad sitting on that rock and can still smell his aftershave. His eyes beaming with the love he had for my Mom, his beloved Lowy which only he called her by that name. Her real name was Lois. How I miss them.

So today George, Happy Birthday. I celebrate all the memories we shared, good and bad, happy and sad, loving and hateful knowing that your life and mine were chosen to be for a short time connected by the Divine Source to explore and create shared moments. Thank you for being you and allowing me to experience your soulful being.

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