The Mergansers Are Back

 

Hooded Merganser

Hooded Merganser

It has been three years now since dad passed away and the mergansers are back each year. 

Dad was in a losing the battle with an unforgiving and relentless disease, Alzheimer’s.  Simply put, Alzheimer’s is an hour glass of life’s memories forever sifting and slipping away.

There was a small sign with my father’s name, outside his 10 x 12 room, but when reality sunk in, dad just wasn’t home.  There were many occasions thereafter, I realized just how much I missed him.

Dad was a conservationist.  He loved the outdoors and natural surroundings. He took great pride in building and placing wood duck and blue bird houses all along the river in Wisconsin, on which he and my mom lived.

For that reason, I was excited to see wood ducks on a pond behind my office.  Keep in mind I live in Florida, not Wisconsin.  I was so excited, I called mom and she sent me wood duck houses for the pond.  I mounted them on some beautiful cypress trees on the pond.  It turns out the “wood ducks” didn’t want anything to do with their new homes.  In fact, they weren’t wood ducks at all, they were Hooded Mergansers!

Of course dad would have known they were mergansers.  He would have laughed and told me mergansers are migratory. They were just passing through, just like dad.

Paint yourself with abandon!

Like an artist’s stroke of the brush, you are a Rembrandt or a Van Gogh.

You will never be a copy. You will never be a failure. You will always be a work of art, an interpretation.

How many times in your life have you said to yourself and nobody else, “I can’t do this anymore?”  If you’re still breathing you have asked yourself the question many times.

How many times have you “answered the bell” sucked it up and did what you thought you couldn’t do?

The answer defines you.

It matters little if you can’t do something you are physically incapable, totally unprepared, poorly trained or simply uneducated to do.  What matters is when there is that defining moment.  You can do it.  You’re in the moment.  You have summoned all your strength, including mind and spirit.  And you succeed.  That’s what defines you.

Some might view you as a success.  Others may view you as a failure. What’s vital is how you view yourself?  You will never be a copy. You will never be a failure. You will always be an interpretation.  You decide.

To illustrate I have included a poem I wrote for my dad who has recently passed away, a victim of Alzheimer’s.

 
If I Was An Artist
Father, patriarch, dad
And if I could paint
Mature, senior citizen , old man,
I would paint the portrait of a man
Provider, benefactor, success
Each word to describe him
Contrary, obstinate, cussed
Would be a different stroke from my brush
Non-conformist, contestant, maverick
Each phrase a different shade
Creative, inventive, colorful
From the palette of his life.
Environmentalist, naturalist, crusader
I would present him his portrait
Integrity, honesty, candid
With pride, his life a work of art.

You too are an artist. Paint yourself with abandon!

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