I remember a day when my son was young and i was blessed with his good humour and sense of fun and playfullness. We had my father come around one day, as he lived around the corner from us for a while. I remember it so well as my father was in good spirits this day and for some reason, probably my son's sense of fun and love of wrestling, we all started wrestling on the grass in our yard. Like all 3 of us.. were kids again or with that ease of just being connected with each other and being very comfortable to just play for my son's amusement and joy. We were all laughing and enjoying ourselves and i sensed that it was a special moment and one i could look back on.
Dad is now in a nursing home and his memories are fading due to Altzheimers, he probably wouldn't remember this moment, or maybe he does somewhere in his data bank of memories. I like to think that even though he probably doesn't always know who i am, he still has these great memories of his family and life that play out when he needs a lift from his nursing home blues. Who he was, who he is.. is within me and that is passed on to my son, it is almost unknowingly, silent this passing of time and being, spirit.
That connection at that moment in time, is special, maybe symbolic, possibly spiritual. I in the middle, was glad that i was there to connect to my dad and my son and for my son to connect to his grand dad.
