We drove back in the car from visiting our block of land... The sun had come out for the first time all day.
I felt called to stop off at the Botanical Gardens on the way home. The kids sat in the car refusing to leave, eventually getting out to lag behind my partner and I.
As I entered through the gate I was drawn to a garden bed full of daffodils. "This garden bed is in memory of all the Dads that lost their battle with cancer." I thought.
I stopped for a moment to honour and remember my Dad and all the other Fathers who had lost their fight. Sent love to all who are struggling on this day.
I walked some more, and noticed a hill ahead.
I have forever been drawn to hills. There is something about the challenge of climbing them that serves as a beautiful metaphor for the way I and those I love choose to live their life.
We rise.... every time.
As I was climbing, I felt a strength and resilience emerge from within.
Something deeper than I had ever felt before.
When I reached the top of the mountain there was a beautiful lookout where a lady was sitting at a chair overlooking the lake, her face marred with grief. A look one who has loved and lost knows all too well.
The kids and their Dad came bounding by, as they ran down the hill, celebrating the joy of the Father-Daughter-Son bond. I smiled (so grateful to be in their life) To witness their love for each other and my partners devotion to his kids.
Resilience through the storms.
So young, so brave.
Strength and love... This is my family.
They kept walking until they were out of sight. I decided to stay at the top of the hill a little longer.
I couldn't stop thinking about this lady and knew I needed to talk to her. I turned and gently approached her, said hello and asked her if I could sit down. She looked up, nodded and smiled before looking down at her broken open, tear stained hands.
Fresh loss, I thought.
I asked her if she was missing someone today.
She looked up and said, "My Dad, just six months ago, a heart attack." as a tear fell from her eye. She said she could understand me, however, had limited English speaking. (cont)