Tomorrow is bittersweet. It’s Father’s Day, which for many offers a host of mixed emotions. Sons and daughters who’ve never know their dad or did and he abandoned them. Perhaps you’re one of those who have yet to forgive yourself or still navigate the hurt feelings between you and your kids. Others of you may long for the dad who is no longer here. What remains are the memories of precious moments you shared and the longing for one more embrace. Still for every broken family or those who’s fathers have passed, there are millions who celebrate the joy of being a father, stepfather or having a dad you can still hug and love. Whatever the case, tomorrow is the day to celebrate fatherhood. It is also the anniversary of the tragic death of my youngest brother Seth, who fell asleep at the wheel of his car early on the morning of June 16, 1999. This is a day I celebrate the wonderful fearless young man he was.
I think of him often. Sometimes I feel his presence while I am hiking along the coast in West Marin, or in a gust of wind on a hot summer day refreshing my soul with a cool breeze.
Today I had an opportunity to share a poem written about Seth. As I began to read, I felt a calm chill on my cheek. I knew he was with me. He never lived long enough to become a dad, but had he, I am sure he would’ve made a great father.
In honor Dads everywhere and for my brother Seth, this poem is my gift to you.
Happy Father’s Day.
Too young to die
Too young to die
I’ll never forget the day mom called
That rainy Sunday when Seth ended it all
Life was too much for him to bear
Gave up too soon
his passing there
Asleep at the wheel
crashed into a tree
Why? Oh Why,
Why did he have to
Perhaps he’s better,
Perhaps he’s free.
Time it’s said heals all wounds
Bullshit is what I really think
I’m sad and don’t know what to do.
I cried myself to sleep last night
Prayed for my brother,
To see the light.
Perhaps he’s in a better place,
Above the swaying redwoods
in a sacred place.