Comments on: My Dad and an Angel Named Charlie http://www.staceycurnow.com/blog/2009/12/my-dad-and-an-angel-named-charlie/ Strategy and Inspiration for Giving Birth to Your Big Dreams Thu, 02 Feb 2012 20:07:49 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Stacey http://www.staceycurnow.com/blog/2009/12/my-dad-and-an-angel-named-charlie/comment-page-1/#comment-88 Stacey Thu, 24 Dec 2009 19:03:16 +0000 http://www.staceycurnow.com/blog/?p=338#comment-88 Okay, Ruthie, I'm crying again! Tears of love and joy, for sure, but still it's funny to feel like the Water Works over here! Now I go to spend the day with my sweet family and I know I will honor and cherish this time even more because of your (and Barbie's!) words of wisdom! Okay, Ruthie, I’m crying again! Tears of love and joy, for sure, but still it’s funny to feel like the Water Works over here! Now I go to spend the day with my sweet family and I know I will honor and cherish this time even more because of your (and Barbie’s!) words of wisdom!

]]> By: Ruthie http://www.staceycurnow.com/blog/2009/12/my-dad-and-an-angel-named-charlie/comment-page-1/#comment-87 Ruthie Thu, 24 Dec 2009 16:18:22 +0000 http://www.staceycurnow.com/blog/?p=338#comment-87 Thank you both, Colleen and Stacey, for your loving and sweet words. I had two amazing experiences the day that I wrote this article that just HAVE to be shared here. I tried to figure out how to squeeze them into the article, but they just didn't quite fit. Anyway, as I was deep in the meditation of writing, Andre was sitting on the computer next to me. I was so in the zone that I wasn't really paying attention to him until a familiar song came on the computer (some little ditty from a Barbie movie that my kids have seen a few times). I had never paid any attention to the words until they blared themselves into my consciousness. "I feel connected, protected, it’s like you’re sitting right with me all the time. You hear me, you’re near me, And everything else’s gonna be alright. ‘Cause nothin’ can break this, nothin’ can break this, nothin’ can break this time. Connected…connected inside. It’s not an accident, the time we spent apart. But now we’re so close, I can always find you right here in my heart." Words of wisdom from Barbie :) And then, later that evening, the kids and I were at the grocery store. The women checking us out and bagging our bags were talking about Christmas carols, Christmas traditions, etc. The woman bagging started talking about her dad and how he loved Christmas. She told story after story about him- all in the past tense. My heart swelled to hear her words of love. With tears in my eyes, I said, "This is my first Christmas without my dad". Hers welled up also as she said, "Mine, too". We hugged a gigantic hug, two women who love their dads, connected in the check-out line. I took these both as lovely hugs from my dad and the Universe at large. Winks, saying, "You are right. Your relationship exists, it has just changed its form". Thank you both, Colleen and Stacey, for your loving and sweet words. I had two amazing experiences the day that I wrote this article that just HAVE to be shared here. I tried to figure out how to squeeze them into the article, but they just didn’t quite fit. Anyway, as I was deep in the meditation of writing, Andre was sitting on the computer next to me. I was so in the zone that I wasn’t really paying attention to him until a familiar song came on the computer (some little ditty from a Barbie movie that my kids have seen a few times). I had never paid any attention to the words until they blared themselves into my consciousness.

“I feel connected, protected, it’s like you’re sitting right with me all the time.
You hear me, you’re near me,
And everything else’s gonna be alright.
‘Cause nothin’ can break this, nothin’ can break this, nothin’ can break this time.
Connected…connected inside.

It’s not an accident, the time we spent apart.
But now we’re so close, I can always find you right here in my heart.”

Words of wisdom from Barbie :)

And then, later that evening, the kids and I were at the grocery store. The women checking us out and bagging our bags were talking about Christmas carols, Christmas traditions, etc. The woman bagging started talking about her dad and how he loved Christmas. She told story after story about him- all in the past tense. My heart swelled to hear her words of love. With tears in my eyes, I said, “This is my first Christmas without my dad”. Hers welled up also as she said, “Mine, too”. We hugged a gigantic hug, two women who love their dads, connected in the check-out line.

I took these both as lovely hugs from my dad and the Universe at large. Winks, saying, “You are right. Your relationship exists, it has just changed its form”.

]]> By: Colleen http://www.staceycurnow.com/blog/2009/12/my-dad-and-an-angel-named-charlie/comment-page-1/#comment-86 Colleen Thu, 24 Dec 2009 15:45:48 +0000 http://www.staceycurnow.com/blog/?p=338#comment-86 Thank you, Ruthie, for this sharing this. I. too, will tuck the p'howa away for another time. What a gift to have had Charlie, the angel., present himself in your life just when you needed him. Funny how we never know when or where our angels or lessons will come from. What a gift from you to share this story, and that you got to be with your father at his passing. How lucky for him to be held in that way. Sending you lots of love and light this holiday, thanks for teaching us a little bit about how to live and how to die. It is so important. Love you!! Thank you, Ruthie, for this sharing this. I. too, will tuck the p’howa away for another time.
What a gift to have had Charlie, the angel., present himself in your life just when you needed him. Funny how we never know when or where our angels or lessons will come from.
What a gift from you to share this story, and that you got to be with your father at his passing. How lucky for him to be held in that way.
Sending you lots of love and light this holiday, thanks for teaching us a little bit about how to live and how to die. It is so important. Love you!!

]]> By: Stacey http://www.staceycurnow.com/blog/2009/12/my-dad-and-an-angel-named-charlie/comment-page-1/#comment-85 Stacey Thu, 24 Dec 2009 14:45:56 +0000 http://www.staceycurnow.com/blog/?p=338#comment-85 Oh, Ruthie! My eyes filled with tears as I began reading your essay and then it was like a dam burst when I got to the line of the p'howa prayer "May I accomplish this profound practice..." Your heart-wrenching and heart-FILLIING essay reminded me of the lovely Mary Oliver poem The Summer Day. "Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?/ Tell me, what is it you plan to do/ With your one wild and precious life?" You really captured how wild and precious all of our lives are and, if we can just be present to experience them, they will be well lived...and that we never lose the ones we love...the relationship just changes. Thank you, dear friend! Oh, Ruthie! My eyes filled with tears as I began reading your essay and then it was like a dam burst when I got to the line of the p’howa prayer “May I accomplish this profound practice…”

Your heart-wrenching and heart-FILLIING essay reminded me of the lovely Mary Oliver poem The Summer Day. “Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?/ Tell me, what is it you plan to do/ With your one wild and precious life?”

You really captured how wild and precious all of our lives are and, if we can just be present to experience them, they will be well lived…and that we never lose the ones we love…the relationship just changes. Thank you, dear friend!

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