Journeying with My Father
In the midst of such dark and omnipresent stories from around the world, I want to share some very pleasant and uplifting thoughts.
Recently, on Veteran’s Day, I wrote about my father and the men he served with in Guadalcanal during WWII. Their unit was CASU 11, an acronym for Carrier Aircraft Service Unit. To my great surprise, not long after writing that article, I heard from a man whose father also served in the same unit. Not only that, he sent me pictures of my father and his buddies during their time overseas. I had met many of these men as seniors, but had never seen my father nor them as young men during their duty on the island. What a wonderful gift that brought tears to my eyes. This is one of the photos of my father.
Just recently I heard from another man whose father also served in CASU 11 during that time and he also had great information and photos to share. The three of us are now in contact and learning more about our father’s service and experiences. I know our fathers and their buddies would be very pleased.
If you read my last blog, you know my wife Trisha and I recently returned from a wonderful travel adventure to Australia. Every day, and more so when I’m given the chance to do something special such as traveling to a foreign land, I give thanks to my late father and mother for their efforts in providing for our family. My father worked both days and nights for thirteen years to establish his business. I was thirteen when we took our first vacation, a trip to my aunt’s house in the northwest. While in Australia, I wondered each day what my father would think about such an adventure, and I often silently thanked him for providing me the opportunity of education and confidence to pursue my dreams.
For those who travel, you know one of the best things about it is the opportunity to meet people from all over the world. This last trip was no exception and we met several wonderful folks. In one such instance, as my wife and I were walking around the Circle Quay toward the Sydney Opera House, we stopped to sit on a bench and take in the sights. In just a moment an Australian couple named Chris and Kathryn sat down next to us and a conversation ensued. They were a very charming and energetic couple and we seemed to have much in common. At one point, Chris began to tell us about his father. It was as if he was describing my father. He then expressed his gratitude for all his father had done to give him opportunity to live such a wonderful life. He was expressing the very thoughts I have always carried about my father.
As we said good-bye, we exchanged emails and learning about a poem Chris wrote about his father, I asked for permission to share it with the readers of my blog. He graciously accepted. I know many of you will appreciate and relate to his eloquent words.
Journeying with My Father
I wish my Father, now long gone, was on this journey with me,
to show him all the sights which I am privileged to see.
As a young man he departed his birth land, on a great adventure,
and settled here, as a dedicated Australian, until his life was over,
never, even after 41 years, returning to his town of origin,
nor fully exploring his adopted land within.
I feel sad for my Father because he missed the opportunity
to travel about, with his wife, in this contrasting country.
He saw only some parts of it before he settled down
to spend his life working hard for us, in a new hometown.
No matter how difficult it was to raise all his progeny,
this Dad kept striving to be better, so he could help his family.
My Father would love to see the crocodiles and birds,
describing them with his flourishing style and descriptive words.
He would explain to all of us, these wonderful sights we saw
because he would have read and learned of them some time before,
using his inquisitive mind that searched for what was good
until he knew what to say concisely, as only he could.
I would show my Father all the gaps and gorges
that are fractured by, then carry, the water of the rivers.
He would marvel at the coastline that is sculptured by the ocean,
and look across these seas to remember his immigration,
giving him closure to his wandering journey,
and allowing his curiosity to appreciate this country.
He searched for meaning, St Paul his favourite, by doing lots of reading,
and encapsulated what he learned in cryptic little sayings.
His best, I often heard, and one I try to live by too
was, “Duty before Pleasure,” which I agree is wise and true.
So to show my Dad these sights I’ve seen, and have him hear each sound
would help him be effusive to his children gathered round.
When I think it’s only me who is seeing all there is,
he would no doubt remind me with these wise words of his,
“I see with your eyes now because you are my son
who has done his duty, as I tried, and now our pleasure can come.
In your leisure I live my time afresh, seeing you as a man,
and I rest in peace journeying with you, as now I can.”
Chris T Relf