In the words of blogger Tabitha Keys:
There was something SPECIAL about today. Me and Rocket went on a walk, it was a comfortable summer day with a slight breeze and scattered showers.
Rocket ran along side of the fence with his paw pal Max – who ran in his backyard.
Me and Rocket were on the soccer field. Later, we saw Danielle and Sadie. I talked to Danielle, and Rocket played with Sadie (the fence was between them).
As we left, I encountered what I believe were three beautiful Eastern Tiger Swallowtail butterflies. “The exquisite, winged creature of delicate beauty, the butterfly has become a metaphor for transformation and hope; across cultures, it has become a symbol of rebirth and resurrection, for the triumph of the spirit and the soul”. How fitting this is for where I am on my life’s journey.
Afterwards, me and Rocket ate breakfast, and I laid down to take my daily nap. My cellphone rang, as it usually does when I am napping. I decided to answer the phone because it was Carl and we had not spoken since I last saw him at the Wellston Alumni event in August.
I had the most AMAZING conversation with him. We talked about relationships, life after divorce, and the importance of PEACE.
Carl shared stories with me about my “Daddy” and his LOVE for me. I have no memory of these stories. He told me that he knew me, before I was born, and that when I came into this world, to my dad everything and everyone else came secondary.
I was told that I was heavily loved and protected by my father. He told me that my daddy spent a lot of time with me as a child up until the age of four years old, when he and my mother separated.
He told me how my daddy called me “Jomaze”, (I wish that knew where that name came from). My daddy is no longer with us, for me to ask him that question. He told me that there was always something special about my eyes, and that I have eyes like my father and that I also have his smile.
He told me these stories as if they had taken place on yesterday, and keep in mind he was around six years old at the time. He told me that he had such fond memories of our relationship.
He said that telling me these stories were history and life’s reflections. He said that when he got out of the shower God told him to call Josette.
This two-hour conversation was AMAZING for the both of us. I now know how important it is to cherish history and memories. After all, I am a daddy’s girl!