Post Father’s Day Post

This past Sunday was Father’s Day, or as I now call it, Effing Father’s Day. The third without the son who made me a father. There was a time when I revelled in my fatherhood, had some epic times on Father’s Day courtesy of Jake’s immensely generous spirit and boundless imagination. We also had Boy’s Days throughout the years, times for him and me to hang together, play catch at the park, go to a ball game, launch rockets, golf, shoot pistols, have lunch, or just chill. Those days are long gone; there will be no more of them.

We recently returned from a trip north for a friend’s wedding – the daughter of one of my longest time friends, a girl we have known from before birth. The wedding took place on her mother’s ‘farmette’ a gorgeous property near Sebastopol. Lovely late afternoon ceremony by the pond, spectacular reception ‘on the lahwn’ with dining, dancing, speeches, music and general revelry. As expected, for us, it was a bittersweet time. Intermixed with the joy we felt for the bride and groom was the constant tug on our hearts from our son’s absence and the knowledge we would never dance at his wedding. As we sat at our table with old friends and some new faces, somehow the topic of ‘your passion’ came up. We went around the table with everyone describing their passions. As the discussion got nearer to me, I began to panic. What was my passion? Well, once it was my son and my family. Now …? Mercifully, we were interrupted by the speech from the bride’s father just as my neighbor finished her spiel.

I was never a person who knew what they wanted to do at an early age. I envy somewhat those who do know and pursue their goals with the single-minded purpose that has always eluded me. I have been and done many things throughout my life, but the moment Jake was born, I felt my purpose on Earth had been fulfilled. I finally had a passion to pursue. I did not have a close relationship with my father, and I vowed that I wouldn’t replicate that with my son.I would devote myself to forging the relationship with Jake I would have liked to have had with my dad. And I did. Jake and I had a marvelously close relationship. I rejoiced in Jake, watched him grow into a wonderful person, talented, imaginative, caring, brilliant, empathetic, funny, resourceful, creative, all the things one wishes for one’s child. I always said that Jake was the very best thing I ever did. Our family was strong and vital. Even though we went through the absolute worst of trying times together toward the end, we all knew we loved each other, no matter what.

Then one day nearly three years ago — poof. It all vanished in a puff of smoke.

I ask myself daily, “Now what?” I am struggling to regain a purpose of direction, a passion for anything. As I have remarked before, my emotion-o-meter is stuck on 4. (Until it plunges to negative 100 on occasion. That happens more infrequently than it has, but it still happens.)

T and I managed to extend our trip north into a mini-vacation. We originally planned a 3-week road trip all the way to Seattle and back but had to truncate that due to our cat Dudley’s illness and impending surgery. We stayed with a dear friend in Santa Rosa for the wedding festivities, then after 3 days drove south along the Sonoma Coast through San Francisco to Los Gatos to visit other dear friends who also lost their adult son to a tragic accident some years ago. We sat with them and talked about our loss, our progress, or in some cases our lack of progress. We continued down the California coast the following day driving the storied Route 1 through Carmel and Big Sur to Cambria, along some of the most breathtaking shoreline scenery anywhere. Stayed in Cambria overnight and spent my birthday by the ocean, wine tasting in Paso Robles and driving home. It was lovely but still lukewarm. There is always something missing, and I know what it is. The unspoken absence that we bring with us everywhere we go. There is no escape, no matter how beautiful the scenery, how good the wine is, nor how fresh the seafood. He is always with us.

We had one extraordinary experience which deserves its own post – the discovery of a Memory Labyrinth out in a field on the wind-swept Sonoma coast. Stay tuned for that.

So it’s back to the grind. The daily routine. 20 million things to do and sometimes all I can do is think about Jake and what might have been. All the might have been’s.

I find myself writing less and less, something I have to fight against. I hold it together mostly. I am also preparing for surgery of my own, I’m getting some new hips. That provides somewhat of a distraction from the day-to-day routine. And it is still Day. To. Day. One at a time, yet I plan for a limited future. At least three weeks into the future where I go under the knife. I guess that is progress of sorts, the admission that there will be a future. We are also tempted by the beauty of Sonoma County to chuck it all, cash in our chips and head north. Shake the dust of Los Angeles and all the memories that cling to this house and trade it in for a new life. We’ll see if we can manage that.

Well, not the most coherent of essays, I’ll grant that. But at least I did manage to put some words to paper, or photons. Perhaps it’s the beginning of a trend. That also remains to be seen.



About edcol52

The Infinite Fountain of Love and Loss flows unceasingly into the pool of memory and sorrow. I created this blog in response to the most dreadful tragedy every parent fears, the death of a child, our 24 year old son, Jake. We are now on an unimagined journey along this road of grief and recovery. If you can find some comfort within these pages, than I will have succeeded in some small measure.
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6 Responses to Post Father’s Day Post

  1. Lori geller says:

    So so touching….. There are no words for how much I adore you and Terry….

  2. Melissa says:

    Yes, the unspoken absence we carry. Such a heavy load to have to carry, I wish I knew how to lay it down once in a while. Hugs to you. May you find a tiny spark of passion in something

    • edcol52 says:

      Thank you Melissa. Yes, to lay it down just for a little while. Perhaps one day we’ll figure out how to do that. Peace to you and yours.

  3. barbkent says:

    Actually Ed, this is a completely wonderful post! It is pretty amazing how we share some of the exact emotions. Emotions I couldn’t put words to, but you do so beautifully. I can feel, perfectly, what you write. Thank you so very much for sharing your thoughts. It helps, it really does help!

    • edcol52 says:

      Thank you, Barb. Funny, I often feel the same when reading some of your writing. I read my own thoughts in your words. I have observed, as I am sure you have, that all of us in the ‘club no one wants to join’ have similar emotions, thoughts, and reactions. Thank you for your continued encouragement, I offer the same to you.

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