The Word Weaver
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Deb Weaver
"When Superman Ages"
by The Word Weaver, Deb on February 29th, 2012

Some things are difficult to put onto paper. It's as if writing something down and seeing it in black and white makes it more tangible. Real. I'm forced to acknowledge a difficult truth. This is one of those topics.
My Dad came to visit recently. He stayed for ten days; we thoroughly enjoyed the time. We ate way too much, laughed, reminisced, and savored moments together.

Since I don't see him regularly, (he lives in Michigan), changes are pronounced when I do see him. This visit was especially so. He seemed very vulnerable. Fragile. And, during this first visit since my Mom died, sad and uncertain.

There was a time he could do anything, fix anything. When we were young, he built an ice rink in our backyard every winter. He valued education and introduced me to the Grand Canyon and other wonders. He had high expectations and could put me in my place with one look. I learned respect, timeliness, and commitment from my Dad. For many years he cared for my ailing Mom and bravely said goodbye to her last July.

For being eighty-two years old, he's still in pretty good shape and quite active. He attends the senior center, rides his bike, ushers at church, visits yard sales, and makes wisecracks. You'll often find him working crossword puzzles, reading, creating wood crafts, refinishing furniture, or baking. He spoils his grandchildren and delights in his dog.
Dad feeding his dog, Scamp, corn on the cob! Can we say spoiled rotten?!
During our time together, I couldn't help but notice pronounced changes: the hesitancy in his step, his carefulness in navigating steps and, at times, his lack of balance. He tires more easily. Watching how closely he held things to his eyes broke my heart. The passage of times leaves indelible marks.

Though I have practically believed my Dad could fly, his aging humanity and fragility warn me otherwise. Still, he's my hero. Always my hero.

When I dropped him off at the airport, I felt like a Mama bird monitoring her loved one as he takes flight. As I watched him get in the line for inspection, my heart crowded into my throat and tears were not far from the surface. I wanted to storm security and accompany him every step of his trip home where my sister was waiting for him. An overreaction. Unnecessary. But true. It was a bittersweet goodbye.

So what do you do when Superman ages?

If you are like me, your heart clenches. Then you shed some tears, hold him closer, pray often, and treasure every opportunity to express love to and for him.
Dad and one of his girls...February 2012
Copyright 2012, The Word Weaver, Deb Weaver

Posted in Life Transitions, Sacred Moments    Tagged with Parents, Superman, Aging, Time


Mary - March 1st, 2012 at 7:03 AM
.... the tears come even when reading it.. i would imagine when writing it, too.. nnlove.
The Word Weaver, Deb - March 1st, 2012 at 8:55 AM
Yes, tears accompany this post!
Kathy East - March 1st, 2012 at 9:35 AM
This reminds me so much of my Dad, Deb. I am trying to appreciate my parents more each day, especially since my Mom's accident. I've seen so much 'feebleness' in my Dad for some time. Now, I see it even more. He is heartbroken for my Mother. His eyes fill with tears each night he leaves her in the hospital. My prayer is, when God is finished with them here, they will leave together...holding hands. nnThank you for sharing this.nnKathy
The Word Weaver, Deb - March 1st, 2012 at 1:15 PM
It is heartwrenching to watch one spouse hurt for the other. When my Mom was dying, it tore all of my siblings and me apart to hear my tough, military Dad verbalize his goodbyes and his hurts. So glad you have been able to be with them. REST while you can!!!
Pati Pelaccio - March 1st, 2012 at 10:05 AM
...although tears are streaming down my face as I read this, I am so thankful that I got to experience this with my Father before he passed in April 2011. I can't imagine for those who are estranged from their parents that they miss out on a very loving and humbling chapter in life! ...yep my Father is my superman and I miss him daily but I also know I can draw on his love forever!
The Word Weaver, Deb - March 1st, 2012 at 1:16 PM
Oh Pati, I'm so grateful you had time with your Dad too. I know the ache is immense and the hole is huge as you miss him. (((HUGS)))
Carrie - March 1st, 2012 at 10:39 AM
Deb Beautiful are the words you right.n
The Word Weaver, Deb - March 1st, 2012 at 1:16 PM
Thank you, Carrie! Glad you read and commented!
Cherie - March 1st, 2012 at 6:17 PM
Speechless.......Thanks for sharing your gift!!!
The Word Weaver, Deb - March 1st, 2012 at 8:27 PM
Thank you, Cherie! Thanks for reading!
Dyan - March 2nd, 2012 at 10:50 PM much I could say, but won't right now. Perfectly worded, Deb.
The Word Weaver, Deb - March 3rd, 2012 at 8:30 AM
Carolyn Smith - March 3rd, 2012 at 10:38 AM
Deb..Beutifully written....savor every moment you had and hopefully will have. Brings back so many wonderful memories of my Dad.
The Word Weaver, Deb - March 3rd, 2012 at 10:50 AM
Thanks Carolyn! Time certainly is precious. I'm glad it brought back special memories of your Dad too.
Lisa Novitsky - March 4th, 2012 at 7:44 AM
This is gorgeous. Thank you .
The Word Weaver, Deb - March 4th, 2012 at 12:01 PM
Thank you, Lisa. It's a heartrending passage, that's for sure!
Daniel Pike - March 4th, 2012 at 9:42 AM
Wow, a touching description. Thank you.
The Word Weaver, Deb - March 4th, 2012 at 12:01 PM
Thanks, Daniel. I'm so glad you got to see Grandpa while he was in Florida!
Kathi - March 7th, 2012 at 5:14 PM
This is beautiful, Deb. Thank you for sharing.
The Word Weaver, Deb - March 7th, 2012 at 6:41 PM
Thanks, Kathi, for reading and commenting. It's an inevitable season of life, but oh so heartbreaking to watch.
cathy - March 8th, 2012 at 8:19 PM
What a beautiful story and one that each of us knows all too well. It is so hard to see our parents age .... the invincible become vulnerable. There is an absolute beauty in this time of life --- we see our parents so differently ... I think we actually really get to see them as people rather than just as the our parents --- we become more aware of their history (before us). nnThis is the phase of life that is so magic --- we get to connect to our parents on a new level --- and we both (the parent and the child) are so blessed for this time.nnSavor it. Enjoy it. Celebrate it!nn
The Word Weaver, Deb - March 8th, 2012 at 8:42 PM
What a lovely perspective--to see the beauty and magic in this phase! You're absolutely right about needing to savor it!
Staci - April 22nd, 2012 at 6:28 AM
this reminded me of the last few visits I had with Grandpa W.

I love you Aunt Deb!!
The Word Weaver, Deb - April 22nd, 2012 at 8:03 AM
I love you too, sweetie! It's so hard to watch our beloved "Supermen" decline. You were so good to Grandpa--he loved you so and was incredibly proud of you.
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