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My parents, Philip C. Holmen and Jeannine R. Calande on their wedding day.
I’m writing this as my father is preparing himself to transition from this Earth into the expansive form of himself. I called him yesterday in the ICU to tell him how much I loved him. I could tell by his faint whisper of a voice that it wouldn’t be much longer. I had asked him several times if he wanted me to see him, and he said it was okay. I knew that I wanted my last memory of him to be of him smiling and telling jokes, not the frail shell of a man he is today.
I hold those memories close to my heart. I know I will be judged by my siblings of my decision not to rush to the hospital, but I have to do what feels right for me. I don’t believe in doing things out of guilt anymore, but doing things because it is out of Love. I chose to remember all of the things my father taught me over the years and it was because he loved me.
We all have a story to tell about our parents, though some may have a story of why their parents weren’t in their life. I was lucky to have both growing up. Being a writer, reflection is my pastime. I often reflect where I was in my life to understand where I am going. It’s within these reflections that I have grown. Entwined in my childhood were the lessons that my father taught me.
It’s a surreal time for me knowing I am here at this juncture. Knowing this is a normal process; we all must die. But to know someone’s time is bridging closer makes it all more clear to me. Reflecting on our life while living is the most important thinking we can do. I’m grateful for the times I’ve had to learn a little about this man and little more about me. Continue reading
”I rely far more on gut instinct than researching huge amounts of statistics.”
Sir Richard Branson
I can’t tell you how much of my life’s biggest ah-ha moments, deepest pain, and most joyous revelations all boiled down to me following my intuition or ignoring it! The process of learning to discern my intuition versus my logic brain actually didn’t take much practice. I learned quickly that if I put too much reasoning or logic behind my action/words, I would almost always regret my choice.
…learning to discern my intuition versus my logic brain
actually didn’t take much practice…
Since I was a little girl, my gut instinct was very strong, however I was not surrounded by people willing to let me know if I was ‘reading’ the situation correctly or not. It’s not easy telling someone they are being insecure or fearful because your gut told you so, and then asking them if you were right. More than likely they’d respond with, ” you don’t know what you’re talking about,” or “what do you know, you’re just a kid.” Training myself to believe in my gut became easier as I got older, especially after I got married. Now it wasn’t because marriage brought a sense of peace and tranquility into my life. It was exactly the opposite.
“We must be willing to let go of the life we’ve planned, … to have the life that is waiting for us.” Joseph Campbell
I was 10 years old when my family went to 6 Flags Great Adventure. It was my first time on a roller coaster with my twin brother, and we were so excited, though our stomachs were tied in knots! I remember the attendant putting the measly safety bar down onto our laps. I looked at my brother just as the car started to move up the steep climb and scooted over to him. We lurched to the top and paused just long enough to take a breath.
As soon as the car dove over the edge, everyone screamed in typical roller coaster fashion. However, I wasn’t screaming. My body had left the seat and began to go over the front of the car! I grabbed desperately for anything, but the momentum and steep descent kept pulling me out. My brother frantically grabbed my belt and wedged me into the corner of the seat until we hit the bottom of the hill. I was petrified! We got off shaking, telling the attendants that the bar didn’t hold me in. They just looked at us and moved us along. I will never forget that day, so grateful my brother was there.
My body had left the seat and began to go over the front of the car!