My Most Beautiful Thing

Of all the moments that sparkle in my life, this one is unexpected and yet the dearest.  Tomorrow we bury my father.  My mother, sister, brother and I greet the visitors for the ritual viewing.  Some people we know and some we don’t.  Even so, each one has something to share–a story, a tiny piece of my father that I didn’t know.  Each one smiles, some cry . . . but everyone smiles.  He taught me.  He pestered me to come to class.  He encouraged me to race faster than I thought I could.  He helped me.  I’ve always loved my father, but I’ve never been prouder.

I follow his lingering path

With this writing capturing a memory of ten years ago, I’m taking part in the ‘My Most Beautiful Thing’ blogsplash today. Will you join me?

Visit dVerse — a beautiful place to read poetry.
Thank you, Margo.

About T A Hillin-Smith

Just one of the literacy scholars on this site who wants to explore writing in all its complexities.
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55 Responses to My Most Beautiful Thing

  1. Oh, I’m so touched! I didn’t know that you also participated in My Most Beautiful Thing. Your post reminded me of losing my father. I was so lost without him. Thanks for sharing this. I can feel your love for your father and I know it will never go away just as memories of my father still slip into my night dreams.

    • Yousei Hime says:

      Thank you so much for visiting. I’m delighted you chose this post to comment on. As you can tell from the other comments, losing a parent is one of those benchmarks of life–a marker one reaches but never forgets the details around it. I’ve written another poem about him, and expectedly it is one of my favorites.

      Btw, I went to your International Kukai Contest link hoping to participate in the next one, but my virus protection software put a slamming halt on visiting the site. Have you noticed any issues there? I thought that a rather odd place to have problems.

  2. ManicDdaily says:

    Yousei, very lovely remembrance. And I love your babypowder micro poetry too. It’s great that you are able to be so succinct. This is a problem I have! Wonderful. K.

  3. Thomas Davis says:

    The memories of our parents after they’re gone linger in our minds until we too reach the age when we know that there is only a limited amount of time left. I can still see my father’s smile and hear him saying to people, I’m finer than frog’s hair on a split wood fence blowing in the wind. This is a beautiful post, Yousei. Beautiful.

    • Yousei Hime says:

      Thomas Davis,
      Thank you so much for your sharing your beautiful memory. I’m happy to have shared a bit of my dad with you. He would have loved talking with you and Ethel.

  4. margo roby says:

    It’s funny, as in peculiar, how we react. I have had your tab open for several days, now, but kept working around it until I realised it was because of dealing with the loss of your father. Mine died in 1994 but it was some years, might be ten, before I could write about the loss. It is one of my favourite poems as, through it, I came to realise my dad is still very much with me. May you take comfort, as I do, in the memories.

    • Yousei Hime says:

      Thank you for reading and sharing. Loss of a parent is a turnpoint in anyone’s life. Though their was (and still is to a degree) grief and loneliness, there was also joy. That was such a surprise, that I could be grateful and happy at such a traditionally sad event. Even my husband said he’d never been to a funeral like that. It will always stand out in my memory, as will the man himself. I wish you the same comfort.

  5. Shawna says:

    Just coming back looking for new goodies. 🙂

  6. Luke Prater says:

    beautiful, Yousei… the tribute is strengthened but its brevity. The picture is wonderful also.

    • Yousei Hime says:

      The picture was required. I don’t think I could post about bluebonnets without being able to look at them. Thank you for coming by, reading, and sharing your thoughts. I’ve enjoyed my recent visits at your place and other places your writing has shown up. 🙂

  7. moondustwriter says:

    A Tear
    the memories are precious
    the precious one’s memory so dear
    once the rainstorm of sorrow is cleared
    Love and hugs from a friend

    • Yousei Hime says:

      Lovely, and thank you for sharing it. The surprise and blessing were that there were smiles that day, smiles from all the stories of joy and generosity about my father. Thank you for allowing me to share it with you.

  8. Eve Redwater says:

    I can feel your love for your Father… this really is the most beautiful thing. 🙂

    • Yousei Hime says:

      Thank you. It is a blessing to know that a parent one loved so much is loved and appreciated by others as well. Thank you for allowing me to share this moment with you.

  9. Chazinator says:

    This is very beautiful and wonderful, filled with the love you had for your father and the love he shared with you. This is a lovely memorial to a man who sounds like he was indeed a great man.

  10. What a touching post! Very beautiful….thank you for sharing this!

  11. slpmartin says:

    Words that help us define further someone we loved are blessings…peace be with you and yours.

  12. hedgewitch says:

    A beautiful memory of the other side of grief–that it’s shared, and lightened by the help of others. I can see why you think of it as your most beautiful moment–it’s very rich and warm as well as sorrowful.

    • Yousei Hime says:

      Thank you for stopping by to read. Even ten years later I still hope that my funeral will be at least half as joyful. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

  13. sanjuktaa says:

    Very beautiful, Yousei. Love it!

  14. ladynyo says:

    We share a lot. Memory fades but never disappears. Things reconstruct themselves.

    I send comfort, even if it was 10 years ago. Lovely construction of memory.
    It shows love and love is the basis for life.

    Lady Nyo

    • Yousei Hime says:

      Lady Nyo,
      Thank you for sharing in my memory, your understanding and your appreciation. I appreciate them all. May we both find comfort in the beauty of what has passed and what still is.

  15. Brendan says:

    Sorry for your loss — the important thing is how you keep your father alive in your memory and writing. As I’ve heard it said, death ends the person but not the relationship. – Brendan

    • Yousei Hime says:

      Thank you for reading this and sharing your thoughts. I know you’ve had some similar remembrances at your place, and I’ve loved their beauty as well as reverberated with an echo of your mourning. I appreciate your thoughts, here and there.

  16. aloha Yousei Hime – it is interesting how strong the moments of clarity are sometimes when saying goodbye to the life of family and friends. i have many as i’m sure most people will in their life time. standing back a bit from these memories i find it interesting indeed how important these memories are to me – as are the people. thank you for bringing this out with this special memory around your father. aloha.

  17. brian miller says:

    ok glad i saw in the comments that this is a memory and not going on right now…i was taken aback for a second with grief echoes….

    love the little verse and agree with shawna on the path not being small in a field of the blues…but sounds like he was quite the man…

    • Yousei Hime says:

      Yes, it’s a memory. I do still miss him. How can one not miss a parent so dear? Every time my son has a math question or science question, I think of him (often wishing I could call him for help). Shoot, even the lab work I had done yesterday made me think of him and his health problems. Bluebonnets are the best though. Like cherry blossoms, they are only around for a short time, so beautiful and for me, fully of memories. Thank you for sharing these with me.

  18. nonoymanga says:

    Life is eternal, and love is immortal,
    and death is only a horizon;
    and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
    ~Rossiter Worthington Raymond

  19. Shawna says:

    You know, this is a brilliant haiku because there’s no such thing as a narrow “path” of bluebonnets. They spread out wild and free across a field, across a state, across a heart. They cannot be contained. This says so much about who your father is in your heart and who you are.

  20. Shawna says:

    I got so confused because of your haiku about him from the other day! I love this:

    “He encouraged me to race faster than I thought I could.” … When pushed beyond what we are capable of, perhaps we will achieve that which we are.

  21. My prayers will be with you.. Sorry about your loss~ hopefully you all feel peace.
    Sincerely Deborah

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