http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/06/19/my-other-father/ Listen to stories on anything from honeymoons to WWII, from award-winning journalists to first-time writers alike, from anywhere in the world. Fri, 21 Nov 2008 18:56:17 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.0.4 http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/06/19/my-other-father/#comment-28174 Mon, 13 Aug 2007 02:47:26 +0000 http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/06/19/my-other-father/#comment-28174 Thank you,for that has been a slow process and my still take a long time still.At least the nightmares have gone away. By the grace of God I manange to get through every day.There are so many things I'm greatful for.I loved both of my parents and miss them.I also am greatful for my Lady,whom has been married to me for 27 years,I turned 55 this year,I've been sober almost 17 years and will be on Dec. 17th. Thank you,for that has been a slow process and my still take a long time still.At least the nightmares have gone away.
By the grace of God I manange to get through every day.There are so many things I’m greatful for.I loved both of my parents and miss them.I also am greatful for my Lady,whom has been married to me for 27 years,I turned 55 this year,I’ve been sober almost 17 years and will be on Dec. 17th.

]]> http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/06/19/my-other-father/#comment-24983 Wed, 11 Jul 2007 03:32:43 +0000 http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/06/19/my-other-father/#comment-24983 Wow, Mike -- very intense experience, and I can completely understand why it'd be painful to remember, even years later. We all have a lot of healing work to do. Fortunately there's a lot of support available to do the work. It's my belief that we store trauma in our bodies, as well as in our psyches, and that by healing it we can access much more aliveness. I wish you healing and peace. Wow, Mike — very intense experience, and I can completely understand why it’d be painful to remember, even years later. We all have a lot of healing work to do. Fortunately there’s a lot of support available to do the work. It’s my belief that we store trauma in our bodies, as well as in our psyches, and that by healing it we can access much more aliveness. I wish you healing and peace.

]]> http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/06/19/my-other-father/#comment-24825 Sun, 08 Jul 2007 21:01:51 +0000 http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/06/19/my-other-father/#comment-24825 Kira,in my ther post i said that my Dad did not hit me that i remember,well that was not totally true.I do remember one incident.It was just too painful to recount.It still is to some extent,but here goes;the exact your that this happened is lost in my memory.the thing that started it was we were at my aunt and uncles house my cousin and I were flying a large balsa woon airplane back and forth a gust of wind caught it and so I got a thin strip of wood from my uncles garage and was able to bring the airplane off the roof,it was at that point the strip of wood had hit one of my sisters imn her mouth she went crying and screeming into the house that I had hit her.My Dad lost his temper and gave me one hell of a beating all the whlie pushing me into the storm stoor until it open,just before the door opened the glass window shattered and I had tiny slivers of glass in my arm,my Dad then pushed me into the car and told me not to move from it. He never talked about the incident nor did I. Kira,in my ther post i said that my Dad did not hit me that i remember,well that was not totally true.I do remember one incident.It was just too painful to recount.It still is to some extent,but here goes;the exact your that this happened is lost in my memory.the thing that started it was we were at my aunt and uncles house my cousin and I were flying a large balsa woon airplane back and forth a gust of wind caught it and so I got a thin strip of wood from my uncles garage and was able to bring the airplane off the roof,it was at that point the strip of wood had hit one of my sisters imn her mouth she went crying and screeming into the house that I had hit her.My Dad lost his temper and gave me one hell of a beating all the whlie pushing me into the storm stoor until it open,just before the door opened the glass window shattered and I had tiny slivers of glass in my arm,my Dad then pushed me into the car and told me not to move from it.
He never talked about the incident nor did I.

]]> http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/06/19/my-other-father/#comment-23973 Thu, 28 Jun 2007 17:55:33 +0000 http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/06/19/my-other-father/#comment-23973 Thank you, Starseed, for your kind words and acknowledgment. So many of us have the opportunity now to share our stories and support each other's growth. I feel blessed to have places like Common Ties to share my stories -- as well as the world of coaching, where I can support people to access their deep self and embrace their soul's journey. We live in very exciting times! Thank you, Starseed, for your kind words and acknowledgment. So many of us have the opportunity now to share our stories and support each other’s growth. I feel blessed to have places like Common Ties to share my stories — as well as the world of coaching, where I can support people to access their deep self and embrace their soul’s journey. We live in very exciting times!

]]> http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/06/19/my-other-father/#comment-23947 Thu, 28 Jun 2007 14:46:45 +0000 http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/06/19/my-other-father/#comment-23947 Kira, as always your writing style paints the picture worth a thousand words. Thanks for sharing this personal and poignant story of your own journey to find your father. Reminiscent of my own journey to find my own father and many parallels. Your gifts amaze me and thanks again for sharing them with your readers and clients alike. I am honored to have found you in the world of cyberspace. Kira, as always your writing style paints the picture worth a thousand words. Thanks for sharing this personal and poignant story of your own journey to find your father. Reminiscent of my own journey to find my own father and many parallels. Your gifts amaze me and thanks again for sharing them with your readers and clients alike. I am honored to have found you in the world of cyberspace.

]]> http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/06/19/my-other-father/#comment-23623 Tue, 26 Jun 2007 23:34:07 +0000 http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/06/19/my-other-father/#comment-23623 Mike, thank you so much for your comment and for the stories about your father. Gifts of healing and reconciliation come in all sorts of packages. It sounds as though you were able to recognize your father's love in his little comments and in the tears that came to his eyes -- and sometimes that's enough. On one of the last days before my father's open heart surgery, I was sitting next to him on his hospital bed, and he tilted his head over until it touched mine. It was just a brief moment -- and it erased years of distance between us. I remember the painful times, but more distantly now, and I cherish the healing times. Sounds like you're doing the same. Mike, thank you so much for your comment and for the stories about your father. Gifts of healing and reconciliation come in all sorts of packages. It sounds as though you were able to recognize your father’s love in his little comments and in the tears that came to his eyes — and sometimes that’s enough. On one of the last days before my father’s open heart surgery, I was sitting next to him on his hospital bed, and he tilted his head over until it touched mine. It was just a brief moment — and it erased years of distance between us. I remember the painful times, but more distantly now, and I cherish the healing times. Sounds like you’re doing the same.

]]> http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/06/19/my-other-father/#comment-22868 Sun, 24 Jun 2007 00:04:31 +0000 http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/06/19/my-other-father/#comment-22868 Dear Kira,thank you for this touching story.Your relationship with your father reminds me of the one that I had with my father.He never hit me that I can remember.One thing that I remember is that he was not able to be a warm person,he kept every one at arms length,except mom. When I entered the Air Force in 1971 he was proud of me and he showed that,quote from him to my aunt"remember when i went in the service? Well it's his turn now"as he was saying that he was giveing me a hug. In 1984 for father's day I had given hima long letter in the usual silly father's day card that he was so uised to recieving from me.When he finished that letter he had tears in his eyes and I was in the biggest bear hug of my life. The only other time that he had tears in his eyes were at my two sisters weddings. I will be forever greatful for that father's day,that was the last one he and I ever shared.In Aug.1984 he had passed away.not the way you lost your dad.My Dad had a condition called myocarditis(hoped I spelled that right).He was not feeling too great for the weekend and late on sunday night my mom called an asked me to come and take Dad to the hospital.By tuesday morning Dad had died.he was only 58.the night he died it was very eairly on tuesday morning around 4 am. I still miss him today just as much as I miss him when I lost him,the redeeming thing is that I had torn down that invisible brick wall between the two of us at least for a little while,seeing how neither one of us know how to say I love you to each other verry often. Dear Kira,thank you for this touching story.Your relationship with your father reminds me of the one that I had with my father.He never hit me that I can remember.One thing that I remember is that he was not able to be a warm person,he kept every one at arms length,except mom.
When I entered the Air Force in 1971 he was proud of me and he showed that,quote from him to my aunt”remember when i went in the service? Well it’s his turn now”as he was saying that he was giveing me a hug.
In 1984 for father’s day I had given hima long letter in the usual silly father’s day card that he was so uised to recieving from me.When he finished that letter he had tears in his eyes and I was in the biggest bear hug of my life. The only other time that he had tears in his eyes were at my two sisters weddings.
I will be forever greatful for that father’s day,that was the last one he and I ever shared.In Aug.1984 he had passed away.not the way you lost your dad.My Dad had a condition called myocarditis(hoped I spelled that right).He was not feeling too great for the weekend and late on sunday night my mom called an asked me to come and take Dad to the hospital.By tuesday morning Dad had died.he was only 58.the night he died it was very eairly on tuesday morning around 4 am.
I still miss him today just as much as I miss him when I lost him,the redeeming thing is that I had torn down that invisible brick wall between the two of us at least for a little while,seeing how neither one of us know how to say I love you to each other verry often.

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