It took a text message from son Jim today to jolt my memory about what was so special about this day. This is the first time I did not automatically recall its significance as Ivan's most important day. Call it what you will, old age, preoccupation, a fading, he lives within us all, as well as near and far beyond. This is what came to mind about him today:
...So, we three went down
And shook his hand, then listened
To my struggle speaking truth to power.
My confession of my bright lost son
Evoked hot tears of hope and joy--
And grief--still seeking ways
For search and rescue
As did He of old for one lost lamb.
My first son then spoke again
Before the Man of Plan
Of scathing recent letter to his dad,
Recalling past injustice.
His father now, white-faced and chastened,
Repented low, and found new words
That healed a justice-starved breach
To set example for this Man:
Inviting him to show the truth he boasts
And ask the questions needed
To reveal the truly true...
[From Trying the Church Before the Family (Los Alamos, 24 Feb 05]
More than five years have passed since these lines were penned and Ivan has appeared to many of us more than once, most notably to Jim, bringing redemption, forgiveness and support.
Bless you, my very dear, bright son...