Friday, November 24, 2017
Ritual to Honor My Father
The call that he was gone was devastating, but not shocking as I knew the call would be coming sooner rather than later. However, there was no time for my own sadness as I had to drive the 200 miles through teary eyes to help my mother deal with her grief as she'd lost her mother less than a week before. I had to become the supportive daughter and not allow myself to be the grieving child.
I was strong for my mother, I was strong for my children, and I was strong for my now ex-husband. I was the one who provided the shoulder to cry on, who prevented my mother from buying a junky used car the day after my daddy died, and I was the one who gave the eulogy at my father's funeral. I was also the one in the year after my daddy's death that counseled my mother, loaned her the money to bury my father, and was there for everyone else. I never let myself mourn because there was no time.
Fast forward a little over a year and I got another call that rocked my world, my husband had had a massive coranary and I needed to be at the hospital immediately. Once again, I was the one who dealt with the details. shored everyone up and never let anyone see my tears. I sat by his side, cheered him up, bathed him, and did whatever else needed to be done.
My payment for the days spent by his side was his pronouncement four months after his heart attack was that he wanted a divorce. I was hurt, I was angry, I fell apart, but all too soon I had to pull myself together and be strong for my kids. I had to figure out how to keep them in college, get them settled in off campus housing, and deal with all the other realities of life.
It was ten years before I finally felt strong enough to mourn my father. I cried for my loss, I cried for my children's loss and I started to remember the good as well as the bad. My family has always done ritual on Halloween and remembered our beloved dead, but I was ready to go deeper and to truly grieve and comfort the lost little girl inside. Around that time, I came across Lisa de St. Croix's Ancestor Workshop and it resonated with me.
I took some time to gather mementos and photos of my father, I meditated on his life and our relationship, and I found the cards that represented both him and me according to Lisa's advice and I found cards I wanted to use to meditate on. It was a little weird because my dad's card was the lovers and that felt really uncomfortable. I finally pulled the lovers from the Animal Totem Tarot and I used the Hermit from the Druid Craft Tarot for my birth card.
As I reflected on the cards, the assignment was to write a message to my dad from the Hermit's perspective and to me from my dad from the Lover's perspective.
You are too much of a hermit and you withdraw too much. You need to let people in. People will disappoint you, but they will also bring you great joy. Love is a choice! Choose to open your heart and let people in. You deserve Love! Choose it.
My response as the Hermit
The world is too painful of a place to open my heart. I'm much more comfortable in my own company. Choosing love is scary. However, I know I've already chosen love with my kids. Loving Cam and Sean brings pure joy along with the heartache and I remember that, I remember love is worth it.
Interestingly enough, since I did this ritual, I have been seeing and finding turtles everywhere. Turtle was my dad's nickname and when I find those turtles, I'm reminded that he is looking out for me and that love never truly dies.
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