I’ve spent the good portion of this evening sifting through hundreds of photos, memories, experiences trying to figure out which one I wanted to share with you for this January- Blog-A-Thon. There’s so much that comes to mind for this post that it’s been so much more difficult for this post than any other so far. Each captured moment is a treasured moment that brings back the smells, the tastes, the laughter, the tears. Let’s just say it’s been a long evening…and then I stumbled on this photo.
It’s a happy memory….My Papa walking me down the aisle on my wedding day. He’s so dapper, so handsome in his suit. And yet, this moment almost never happened. A week or so before my wedding, I got a call from my mom saying that Papa had some issues with his eye and that he had a minor operation and may not be able to fly due to the air pressure in the cabin. I was gutted. Devastated beyond words. I wanted, no I needed him to walk me down the aisle. He had to come. And come he did.
I recently learned my cousins made him practice walking them down the aisle so he wouldn’t “mess up” on me. So very thoughtful of them. Thanks Kaui and Lia. But he didn’t need to practice. He had four daughters he walked down the aisle and I was his first grand-child. He was a pro.
I remember him standing patiently at the top of the stairs ready to walk me down to the ceremony. He was so calm, so collected, so at peace. He held me steady as I teetered and tottered down the stairs. He said some things to me to calm my nerves, to encourage me on my big day. I don’t remember what they were, but his presence, his arm, was enough. And then I was engulfed in all things that follow suite…the whirlwind of the hugs, congratulations, the celebration. And yet, I will always hold near and dear this moment. This photo brings back things that are most important to me. My family, my culture, my history, my loved ones, my Papa.
Despite the strong matriarch presence, my Papa has been a strong foundation in my family. He is a man of God, a man of honor, a man of values. He is a rarity. My Papa is my inspiration and my strength, probably more than he knows. He makes waffles every morning for breakfast accompanied by papaya and weak coffee. I offer to brew us all new cups. We chit chat about life, about him as a kid, about how much we have to be thankful for. I save all his voicemails and love his sing-song voice every time he answers the phone….”A voice from the past. How are you doing Mrs. Ostlie?”
Just fine Papa, just fine.
Day 1: Surviving your spouse on an international trip
Day 2: Never order flowers online
Day 3: Bucket List
Day 4: Pet Peeves
Day 5: Biggest Fear
Day 8: A little honesty goes a long way
Day 10: A voice from the past
Day 11: Confessions
Because January can be boring. Join us for a January Blog-A-Thon. Post a photo, video, sentence, anything that you want to! And if don’t feel inclined to blog, do come back and see what we’re up to. I can guarantee you’ll be entertained.