Reposting entries from previous blog
When I made the decision to begin again with my blogging I wanted to move away from the style of posting I had previously made. After announcing this I was asked if the defunct blog posts would be re-posted here at Sweet Flag. That had never been my intention & while I had been mulling over the idea of re-posting what I considered the best posts from the past instead here at the new blog, I read a sad post by a fellow blogger regarding the loss of their father.
While deciding on what comment to post to the sad news my mind traced back to a post I had made previously about my own father who died 12 years ago at an early age.
I hope by re-posting it here it makes for some comfort for Brenda Holloway & her family.
I will be re-posting what I consider the best entries from DM Osbon’s Multiple Reality Blog from time to time here at Sweet Flag.
Dreams & Memories - Albert Charles Osbon
Originally posted on DM Osbon’s Multiple Reality Blog
Original post date: April 6th, 2007
It’s been 12 years already, to the day but it feels like another life time.
It’s never been easy to put into words how I really feel about my Dad & how short a time I feel, as a son, I had with him. So many of my memories now are linked to photographs & to Claygate where we lived as a family for 25 years. I went back there with my wife last Sunday & was surprised how little things have changed but then saying that in the course of the 25 years living there, many things had remained untouched. My Dad is buried there in a small Christian church under the shade of a tree.
I wasn’t the perfect son I know that. I know at the time that I was needed most by my Dad, I could have done more for him. As a late ‘teen I was somewhat a ‘rebel’ compared to other ‘teens in Claygate with music & the social circle I moved in. There’s some big regrets there…a good number of things I wish I had been able to tell him but I didn’t. The new experiences I’ve had since 1995 just help to remind me that my Dad wasn’t there to share them with me with that he probably is the first thing I think of when something good or something bad happens.
I had been feeling a bit awkward posting about someone who is no longer alive, especially when it’s your father. I nearly didn’t make a post at all for the whole day as a way of respecting it’s importance to me & the rest of my family. Then I thought that doing that was a doing it in a ‘negative’ way, an easy way to mark the day. To let the past rest & almost not to remember how that day in 1995 has shaped my life since.
With this post I feel I can share something normally wouldn’t share with people I have never met before. To let in rather than to shut away, like I have done with my thoughts over the last 12 years. It’s not a sad time but a time I can focus on my memories a little more, maybe make them a little clearer. There were so many more good times than there were bad. I had a very warm life when I was growing up in the family home. When I look at my Mum, brothers & sister I am reminded of that wonderful man, my Dad & he made that time we had together possible.
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July 7, 2007 at 12:24 pm
Thank you — that’s beautiful. It’s awful to lose a parent so young.
April 6, 2008 at 3:04 pm
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