Cynthia Bordelon
I stand at crossroads in my life. Dad had many crossroads, he measured his steps, he was careful and precise in movement, he used his energy with measured purpose. He had a temper but with age he tempered it as wisdom and circumstance changed. He gained more patience with time. You could feel his pauses, his sighs, his quiet relief and the comfort that only silence and few words can bring. His remarks were often poignant and sometimes rather prickly, but there was a soft chuckle underneath, a slight curl of his upper lip that showed his intent, it was really harmless folly. In retrospect, I think he just knew too great the pain of leaving others behind. He lost his dad when only four. You know that was difficult. He said he did not remember. But there had to be a permanent impression made in the deepest folds of himself, that he could not say in clear words, but you know there had to be a pain, and unspeakable loss that was built all around and through him as a man. He was not one to speak of tender moments, yet he could be very gentle and forgiving. He was loving and kind but did not want anyone or any moment to go too far to the left or to the right. He loved routine and naps. He liked familiar surroundings and an interesting read. He sought the company of others, but only needed a brief interlude of interesting conversation. He was a special and enduring father and taught us well the ups and downs of life and living. I hope my eyes can see, my heart will feel, and I can hear all the kind words, the lovely sounds of life all around me for as long as he did. When my final hours come, I pray loving arms will embrace me. Loving touches will avail me. As I drift away with my last breath, may that peace that passes all understanding come over me and my loved ones. May I rest in God's loving arms and through His grace may I have everlasting life with Him. I love you Dad and will hold you dear to my heart forever.