Learning From My Father
Posted on June 16, 2014
LUIS: My father died a few months ago. A couple of days ago I was skyping with a colleague, we talked about coaching and mindfulness. She shared she was facing a loss and I shared the experience of my loss. We had a beautiful conversation.
Reflecting over this conversation I realise the many things that my father left me and I learnt from him and I become aware of all the things I am still learning.
I guess my father always wanted to teach us something. He liked to sit at the family table and talk about things. This sometimes brought the “here we go again” feeling to me and I just switched off as I had my own different ideas. But as his son his greatest endowment was the way he lived and also, the way he died.
Talking to my colleague about the way I live, about what’s important for me, talking about my family and work values, I recognised my father in me. It felt familiar, homely and peaceful.
Facing my father’s death taught me a lot about myself. I embraced the challenges and personal demands of the months coming up to his moment in my meditation practice and I grew as a person. I feel that learning process is still ongoing.
All these moths after his death, I often reflect on what’s left after all his sacrifices, his really hard work, his many worries and his hopes. I talk to my brothers and sister about it and I talk to my mum who is learning to live in a different way. What I take with me as a result of all of this is making me really embrace the present moment…
The present moment is such a precious and elusive space. For years I quest after it. I sometimes catch a glimpse in meditation and vow to live by it but I never felt it so close as I feel it now.
So far this is the latest thing I have learnt from my Dad and somehow I know it won’t be the last. Thank you again, Dad.
I post these thoughts on my own with David’s permission. My brothers and sister read it and encouraged me to post it.