The point of this post was to talk about my double dream life as I call it. Everyday I think about how I would just love to wake up, out of this bad dream where my daddy had died. I want to wake up and see his truck park on the street at lunchtime so that we can have an hour together. I want to visit my parents and not just my mom. I want to plan a future with my dad. But if I wake up from this bad dream does it mean that in my wakefulness I will lose the good dream also? The good dream of having a baby. Being a mom and my husband is a father. The good dream that is taking her nap with a smile while she cuddles her elephant. If I had to choose, I would choose her and I know that my father would understand. When I play with her and make her smile and coo, I try to look at her like my father would have looked at me and I understand the love he had for me and I am grateful.
I was watching the movie Beautiful Creatures last night and there's a scene towards the end where they are in church and the pastor is telling his story. It was about sacrifice.
"Reverend Stephens: I don't want to preach today, instead I just wanna talk to you, about a word we don't hear much anymore. Sacrifice. It's not what I would call a modern word. People hear the word sacrifice, and they become afraid that something will be taken away from them or that they will have to give up something they couldn't live without. Sacrifice, to them, means loss in a world telling us we could have it all. But I believe true sacrifice is a victory. That's because it requires free will to give up something for someone you love, or something or someone you love more than yourself. I won't lie to you. It's a gamble. Sacrifice wont take away pain and loss, but it wins the battle against bitterness, the bitterness that dims the light on all of the true value in our lives.”
My father had a hard time dealing with the fact that he was dying. He spent days wondering why him, what did he do to deserve it etc etc. My mother said, one day, "who would you give it to, if not you then who?" and she proceeded to nominate tributes in his stead. My father accepted that this was his fate and that he would not wish it on his enemy let alone someone he loved. This is true sacrifice and just shows what a wonderful man he was up until the very end.