Angels

Angels

I have spent the last month in the grace of my fathers eminent transition.

I am slowly but surely coming to realize the true reality of his existence. His Legacy

Last night I chose to go into another room to watch a movie. As the night progressed,

My mother beckoned me to move to my father’s side, as she felt uncomfortable.

I hastened to their living quarters, and upon seeing him, became aware of an energy shift.

Seems his batteries are getting low. The slightly grey pallor, and the distant gaze…

“How are you doing Pop” He struggled a bit at the ‘intrusion’

“There are some angels tugging at my elbow” he says.

“Are they at least good looking”

He smiles…..

I am flooded with the generosities of his spirit. Each, my brothers, sisters, and their families revel in the gratuitous nature of our father.

Our trainings began early, with his complete acceptance of who we were, all the while honing the tools of our human adventures.

I can remember the training that I received in his restaurant. ‘Customer first’ no time to feel bad about things. Smile *#*%&!*# - it! What an effect this later had in my life. He was really in the people business, the restaurant was just – a vehicle.

One of my notable healing strengths is to keep the vibration high,

current circumstance is ok to acknowledge – for a few seconds, yet, hup! Hup!hup ! – the time is NOW to get the job done!

The trainings actually started very early in the morning…. “Rise and Shine!!! Rise and Shine!!!!! Hup, Hup Hup…… let’s move… time to do our days work! C’mon you big Bozo!! Time to earn your keep! (You were in his inner circle to be called Bozo)

I did get a tremendous sense of making use of my day; A work ethic that earned me a reputation for getting jobs done efficiently and on time, while honoring my workforce.

Then there were those lessons in carpentry. (I always wondered how I chose this profession) His idea of teaching me carpentry was to drop me off by my self, at one of his apartments with the tools, supplies, and materials, then he would go to his restaurant to work.

I became what I laughingly call gainfully unemployable with the independence fostered by those days. I have built many beautiful custom homes since then.

He had hired a beautiful man, to remodel the basement. Morris was a man who had suffered in a concentration camp during the war. He became a perfectionist in the carpentry trade to ensure his life. I remember, he was invited to our home as family. Through my fathers nurturing, he took me under his wing. It was difficult; I went from Bozo to Chooch – the Hebrew name for Donkey! (lovingly of course)- though at the time….

I did discover, in time, that it was worth the humility. I developed the ability to know what was good, and what was excellent! A master crafts man I AM.

I used to get angry with him, when he unselfishly, and quite altruistically supported even the remotest of strangers, only to be snubbed for the selfless work that he had performed.

I have a deep love for all now.

These, though only a few of the blessings and gifts, are mine, forever.

As I look deeply into my own heart, I get to really see how God worked through him. His whole life was about loving us – no matter how what his methods felt like at the time, or how much I rebelled at his delivery. Thank goodness truth of the love that easily poured from his heart, transcended my rebellious, independent nature. I seem to have lost the rebellious part.

I can see the ‘God’ in everyone now.

I didn’t think that I would enjoy this part of our lives together. I missed the mark about that. I wouldn’t trade a moment of this time for all the riches of the world.

I feel humbled and blessed. I am finally beginning to really live in the richness of the blessings that he so lovingly and freely has given.

There are so many of lifes lessons that I can attribute to his presence in this reality. Perhaps more later. But for now, it’s time for us to have breakfast.

Blessings and Love,

Gregory

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