Happy Fourth of July, 2021. This holiday this year is a mix of strong emotions for me. It’s been raining a lot here in Central Florida and will probably rain a whole lot more in the coming week. Tropical Storm Elsa is headed our way. We hope it doesn’t do too much damage as it comes up the Gulf and crosses our peninsula. We can only hope. I haven’t met anyone yet who can control the path or impact of a storm, have you? So, we wait, prepare, use common sense (is that very common anymore?) and then deal with whatever comes. Hope is our companion.
A personal mix
I remember my dad saying something like “Prepare for the worst, hope for the best.” He loved tossing out clichés. At the time, I thought they were boring, and they are, but usually they convey some kernel of truth in a concise but overused way. Overuse. That’s what makes them boring. We crave new ways to say and hear things. But Dad meant well, and I can’t help thinking about him today because it’s the anniversary of his passing away in 1997.
Dad was a king of clichés—”Don’t cry over spilt milk,” “Rome wasn’t built in a day,” “Just try to do your best.” I’ve often thought that on July 4, 1997, just as he took his last breath on earth, just as we heard fireworks exploding in the distance, my father—also a king of corny humor—would’ve said, “I wanted to go out with a bang.”
A mixed bag of emotion
Yes, today, I reflect on the loss of my Dad (1912-1977) who lived a full and productive life as a scientist working in public health. I admire that. Clearly, on a personal level, this holiday is always a mixed bag of honoring that loss but feeling gratitude for this country I live in as it celebrates its freedom from England’s rule way back when.
As a nation, we rejoice in gaining that independence, gaining us the freedom to rule ourselves. Some of us are well aware how fragile that freedom is, as well as how fragile our planet is as well as the limitations of man-made structures on it. Today, alongside honoring our hard-won freedom, our nation mourns devastating losses and is vexed by many unpleasant current events, most recently the tragic (and preventable) loss of life in South Florida when a condo collapsed. People died; many are still unaccounted for. Our hearts go out to the families and friends who’ve lost loved ones and those who despair, still today, as they wait for more news of possible recoveries.
Update today:
“Authorities in South Florida are working to quickly demolish what remains of the collapsed Champlain Towers South condominium tower before any potential wind or rain from Tropical Storm Elsa moves in to the area.
“The fear was that the hurricane may take the building down for us, and take it down in the wrong direction, on top of the pile where we have victims,” Surfside Mayor Charles Burkett said in a news conference Saturday morning.
Tropical storm force winds could reach South Florida by early Monday morning. A tropical storm watch was issued Saturday evening for the Florida Keys.”
Lean to light on July 4th
I say: despite the darkness, keep the light on. Here’s a bit of light from one of my favorite poets. I keep it on my desk.
Place
by W. S. Merwin
On the last day of the world
I would want to plant a tree
what for
not for the fruit
the tree that bears the fruit
is not the one that was planted
I want the tree that stands
in the earth for the first time
with the sun already
going down
and the water
touching its roots
in the earth full of the dead
and the clouds passing
one by one
over its leaves.
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Thanks for reading!
Your writer on the wing,
Charlene
Linda Goddard
Thank you, Charlene, for your post for today. Your words and memory of your dad are so heart-warming.
It is one year today, that I got news that my niece, who was my godchild, went to bed on July 3, 2020, and never woke up the next morning.
Let us live each day as a gift and take no good word or kind act for granted.
Kathleen Brandt
I think this 4th of July was a bittersweet one for many Americans, but I can see how it would be especially so for you, Charlene, with the memory of your dad’s passing. What a sweet and funny idea, that he would have said he wanted to ‘go out with a bang’. Reminds me of Mark Twain and the comet.
Thanks for the poem. Lovely and thoughtful.