Today brings to memory a man's biggest fear, loss and pain that of seeing his son die, or in the case of still births never lived. Regardless if he was 38 weeks, fully formed the fact he never breathed he is categorized as "stillborn" Human kind is very obtuse in medical terms, and maybe that is the way to categorize each event. But in our hearts, the first time you hear that ultrasound whosh, whosh whosh whosh sound of the heartbeat, and see it on the screen, the consequent visits and growth wih multiple screen shots of his face, movement, the kicks, the movement palpable on his mother's belly all that is suddenly considered as not lived?. Never born, It is bad enough having the loss and still having to live unrecognized.
So today 35 years after his unboard death it is as vivid as it was that day. Today I stand before you at 67 almost 68 and the only known fact is that I am closer to be reunited with him in merely biological terms, no this is not a suicidal thought, it is a simple fact that if I have the approximate same time frame of my father; I should have about 20 more years to live. so that puts me biologically closer to reunion with him. Needless to say expect to enjoy these last 20 or more with my two lovely daughters, wife and grand children.
But every 14th of September is his day and will always be a time to celebrate a Trisagion in his Memory and to remain in prayer for him and his restful soul.
God has given me in the last 13 years the priviledge of having two assistants named Gabriel and both worked along side with me, Giving me the opportunity to witnees what I could expect as a 22 year lod son 28 year old son, But today you are 35 my son, at the peak of your time maturing as a man in a more pure and restfull domain. Watch over your sisters, and their children. Keep protecting the generations to come. And we will reunite again one day to love, laugh and and spend the rest of our inmortal lives.
Love you
Dad
