Pascal Derrien 🐝 en Bee Stories In English, Lifestyle, beBee in English Non Executive Director • Irish Social Enterprise Network 21/9/2016 · 2 min de lectura · 4,5K

Thank You For That

Thank You For That

Here I am again on the doorstep of a life house full of dust and decorated with tasteless broken windows. It’s cold and warm, its dark and bright, it’s uncomfortable at times but it is my house with its rotten foundations and hidden alcoves and I thank you for that.

Its maybe imperceptible from the outside but I am broken over you, yet I am still standing. Trying hesitantly to make sense of this, I am asking myself reluctantly where should I start.

Who should I thank for that

Sept 2006, I am sitting on a marketing flight heading to Moscow, I flew from Dublin to Paris before boarding a plane half full in the direction of the Russian Confederation capital. I had been in Paris two weeks prior actually staying one week longer than originally planned, you don’t plan death, do you? I was meant to go back to Ireland that Sunday but you died of a heart attack in the middle of a Saturday night, I had had a good track record at saving your life until then but it was not meant to be that night and I had to let you go.

Music is an integral part of my life and travelling is always a great opportunity to revisit tunes and other personal anthems that have accompanied me thru the various milestones of my life. I know I have been particularly obsessed by two tracks the last ten years.

Staring at the clouds thru the Boeing window with my headset firmly sitting on my head I finally gave in when the first notes took over my mind, the same one that had appeared to be so composed and so solid up to that point.

There was no way I could or wanted to stop the sea of tears flooding the emotional wreck I had become even though I had refused to come to terms with it.

Thank You For That


I finally reached Moscow, checked in a four-star hotel and as I often do, I went for a big stroll thru the city. I found myself walking for hours and ended up in the red square, the Kremlin was inquisitively looking at me when I noticed a crow sitting on a steel bollard. I got closer and was expecting the bird to take off but against all odds he was the one looking at me, his gaze was intense but soft and considering me.... his eyes were on me….

I am not mystical neither I believe in ghosts whether they are holy or not let alone their reincarnation, but that evening I swear my father tried to connect…

Our relation had become complicated, we had settled for a status quo I suppose and fair to say he had spent the last 20 years of his life trying to make amends, it was probably impossible and albeit very difficult to fix a ship wreck, what is broken is broken right? I should have parked my anger long before he passed away, I should have not given up on him, I should have told him that it did not matter, that I understood and that I forgave him. I know now that it is OK to stumble and fall.

To this day I cannot listen to the following tune without being transported immediately back to the Red Square and be confronted to too many what if questions.

Thank You For That


But beyond those two obsessive tunes, I have come to understand that the most precious memory I have if any is this iconic photo of my ten months old son sitting joyfully on his proud and smiley grandfather eight days before he passed away.

I am very sorry I could not get to you dad and that I have never had the opportunity to say

THANK YOU FOR THAT





Sources

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O87shD-FpvU

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=537v5Avw_mU

Photo Credit

Seph Lawless The Sayer House

The Sayer House in Kentucky -



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Pascal Derrien 🐝 23/9/2016 · #63

thank you @Irene Hackett I am a bit overwhelmed by the online and off line messages on this particular post :-) All of us seem have more in common than we sometimes dare to think and if that's what this modest story has achieved it is beyond my expectations , to all the perfect imperfections then :-)

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Irene Hackett 23/9/2016 · #62

Dear @Pascal Derrien - how the heart has spoken in this tender buzz is reflected by the deep sharing of all the responses. You have sparked a flame that resides in each of us. The need for unconditional love - so hard to find and so hard to offer. I too have come to the place where I want to thank my Mom for who she was, with all her imperfections. For all my relationships I realize that no one is perfect, especially me. A beautiful sharing Pascal, it moved me deeply. Thank you!

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Cyndi wilkins 22/9/2016 · #61

#60 Thanks @Deb Helfrich...You are absolutely correct...It is all that occurs while leading up to that "final moment" that is so exhausting...Physically and emotionally...In the end, my hope is for all of us to be at peace with it...

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Deb Helfrich 22/9/2016 · #60

#57 A big hug @Cyndi wilkins - because in a number of ways this mini-death of his 'freedom' is a lot harder to come to terms with than the final goodbye, as you will both have to live through the decision and all the ramifications for an indeterminate amount of time. I think you are wise to make the decision via your mother. She is the one who knows what is best for you both.

Pascal, what a gift, the way you have brought so many parental relationships into focus around the world.....

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Pascal Derrien 🐝 22/9/2016 · #59

#57 wow, hmm, ah.... not sure how to answer that one @Cyndi wilkins maybe Thank you for that is appropriate :-)

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Pascal Derrien 🐝 22/9/2016 · #58

#56 sometimes it is best not to stir .....it is what is may be the best option for all parties who knows @Ken Boddie :-)

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