Special is an interesting word. It can mean something good or something bad. It can be seen as a compliment or as a way of describing something which you are not really sure of, not really sure if you think it’s good or bad.
Every now and then I look at my life and have to admit, that I did some things in a special way, in a different way compared to what the norm was.
Maybe it was the post of a friend of mine about the loss of her mom. Maybe it was the honey on my toast this morning. Maybe it’s because I know I should continue writing his story but I froze… Whatever it is I can’t help thinking of my dad today.
My dad passed away in a beautiful age of almost 95 a couple of years ago. He suffered from dementia and in a way it robbed him of the last good years of his life. He had a fantastic life. I life definitely worth sharing. Dementia changed him though.
Some might say it was the age. I tell you it wasn’t. And I’m for sure not the right person to even make such a statement. I have not seen my dad in the years dementia struck really. Only at the beginning of it and at the very end. Given as we live in Australia and he was back in Switzerland. It changed him. And yet, it didn’t manage to entirely get to him.
I saw him for just about 2 weeks before he past away. While I was there he suffered from a really bad cold that turned into a chest infection and that took the last strength out of him. To be honest I thought he would pass away on the very first day I saw him again. He looked so bad. It was a brutal moment. Finally have made it over there again, being exhausted from the trip, dealing with all the feelings of being back and then seeing him so unwell. But he somehow “recovered”. I was told he really never made it back to the “strength” he had left before but he at least got to the point where we could interact. And I could tell that he recognized me and my family.
Dementia is brutal. It’s eating away on a person and from the outside you see them disappear. I often wonder how frustrating it must be for someone suffering from it and realizing in the early stages that bits and pieces are simply not connecting anymore. That parts of your memory are suddenly turning into clouds to then only disintegrate into nothing. And yet, when I saw him, I had the intense feeling that there was so much more there. Somewhere in there. Under a big pile of dust or in a big, thick cloud. Not easy for him to access anymore but still sort of trying to get to the surface. And sometimes it felt almost like that moment the sun is peaking through storm clouds for a brief moment. Those memories, the him he used to be, it all came through. Just for a short moment.
So when I sat down for breakfast this morning I felt like a piece of toast and honey. When we were kids my dad used to love to mix honey and butter. He called it “ant cream”… Don’t ask me why… And that mixture had this amazing creamy and sweet taste. When I’m focused I usually take my toast and spread the butter on it and then the honey. This morning though I was in thoughts. And in between putting the kettle on, drinking a glass of water and getting other things ready I mixed butter and honey just like we used to do it with dad… And somehow it tasted so much better then my usual toast with honey on it.
Posts I wrote about my dad:
There was this discussion in a truly inspiring group recently. The idea of the group is to strive for more. To make yourself the best possible version of you you can possibly be and to dream big and go after your dreams. Simply. Easy.
Or is it?
“You are in charge of your destiny.” How often do we hear this? So often. It’s out there, everywhere… Honestly: As positive as I intend to be, I call this bullshit.
Bullshit, because it’s simply not true.
There is no way we can be in charge of our destiny. Life throws us curve balls all the time. And it’s not as if we would even see it coming. We simply don’t know. It’s like driving a round and coming around a corner and the road has just disappeared. Or maybe it was evened out. But you have simply no way of knowing.
Maybe that’s why there are so many frustrated people out there. People not happy with what they do. Because they gave up on their dreams a while ago, when they were told that their dreams are crazy or not fit the norm…
There’s Way Too Much Average In the World…
I see it every day. People going about their business, waking up, making the donuts, going home and doing it all over again the next morning. Many people move through life like a zombie not expecting much more of themselves than doing what is required to make it through each day. I don’t think like that. I don’t allow myself to accept the status quo and I challenge you to think the same.
Life wants to beat you into submission and most often it occurs through the words of others. People will try to convince you that your goals are not “realistic” or “practical”. When kids are young they say they want to be an astronaut or President and most people will tell them, parents included, that they should aim a little lower because there aren’t a lot of astronauts or only…
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Just shared this on my Facebook feed:
Never forget… I know exactly where I was, who was with me, what we did and how we felt when we heard of what was happening. I watched on the news how the second plane approached and how it hit too, still numb from the incredible “incident” that happened before. I remember my feelings when it became clear that this was no accident…
I didn’t lose anyone. But my husband had only returned from NYC a couple of days prior and we had friends living, working in and others visiting NYC. One of the friends visiting was a flight attendant and they usually had brunch in the restaurant in the tower the morning after they flew in. She was supposed to be up there. But luckily one of them forgot the wallet in the hotel room and they were running late and never made it to the towers.
When I say let’s not forget, I don’t mean the terror, the horror, the fear. I mean let’s not forget that we never know what the next moment brings. We never know what will happen next. So hug your loved ones, settle the argument, hug each other, tell the important people in your life what they mean to you. Don’t wait for the special occasion. Do it when you feel like it… and live your life!
Not that Australia was showing its nicest face over the last couple of days. There was rain and hail and wind. Nevertheless there is one statement I can make: I love it here! I love Australia, its beaches, its rain forests, its mountains, its desserts and plains, the heat and cold, wind and sun. And I love the variety of people that made Australia their home.