Standing on the edge of my life....

I'm not very big on writing anything that actually means something to me or that isn't dripping with sarcasm ,I highly doubt this is the right place to do this, but I think I need to do it. Very few people hear me talk about my dad, it's never been a particularly easy topic for  me to talk about. The extent of our father-daughter relationship was a birthday we share and a few holidays throughout the year or a school function once in a while. At his funeral, everyone was crying over a man that touched their life in someway, but I couldn't shed a tear. I think people were looking at me like I had no heart, who doesn't cry at their own parents funeral? So much advice about taking it "one day at a time" was given to me, which just kind of left me speechless.  My sister and I were spoken of quite often during his eulogies, "he was never happier than when he was with his girls" or "when he was found passed away, the only pictures by him were of his daughters". This honestly left me more confused, how come I had never known that side of my dad? There were also many stories of a church community that he was very apart of in the last 6 or 7 years. Another thing I never knew about him. A few weeks ago my uncle dropped off a few boxes of my dads possessions for my sister and I. I really appreciated going through these boxes, it provided more insight on his life. I also found small book about quotes about journeys that was dated the day I started college 8-22-02. Inside there was a short note written to me said, " Jenn, Life is a journey, not a destination, enjoy your journey. Love, Dad". At first I didn't understand why he never gave it to me. But I think it means a lot more to now than it ever would have back then. The regrets and anger that I carried most of my life about my dad are finally going away. In his death, I'm finally getting to know who my dad was.

I have been thinking about him a lot lately because our birthday is coming up. I don't know how it's going to feel this year to not celebrate our birthday together, just my birthday. I know I'll be looking for the call were we joked about whose birthday it was this year. I better celebrate big for him this year though, he loved his birthday and this year would have been his 50th.

I know wherever my Dad is, he is at peace. When he was found after  he died he was wrapped in a blanket with his favorite Psalm, Psalm 23 embroidered into it. On the table next to him, his bible was also opened to that passage.

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POWERS WILLIAM GEORGE III (BILL

January 6, 2008

"BIG RED" POWERS) Age 49. December 31, 2007. Bill was born April 3, 1958 in Northampton, Massachusetts. He lived and worked in Dearborn most of his life, but remained a loyal Red Sox and Patriots fan throughout his life. Through his work at Powers Travel Agency, he was most honored to lead a travel group of WWII veterans from the 82nd and 101st Airborne Division back to the beaches of Normandy for the 40th Anniversary of D-Day. He later enjoyed a career at Real Estate One where he was given the moniker, "Bill 'Big Red' Powers" due to his 6'6" stature. Bill leaves two daughters, Jennifer and Megan and their mother, Margaret Powers. Bill leaves his wife Kathleen Gibson and her children, Rory, Katie, and Kelly. He is survived by his mother, Ann L. Powers and brother, Martin; sisters, Catherine and Amy. Preceded in death by his father, William G. Powers, Jr. Sunday Service 3 p.m., January 6, 2008, at the Detroit World Outreach in Redford.   Rest In Peace Dad....Here's your favorite.... Pslam 23  1 The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.  2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,        he leads me beside quiet waters,  3 he restores my soul.        He guides me in paths of righteousness        for his name's sake.  4 Even though I walk        through the valley of the shadow of death, [a]        I will fear no evil,        for you are with me;        your rod and your staff,        they comfort me.  5 You prepare a table before me        in the presence of my enemies.        You anoint my head with oil;        my cup overflows.  6 Surely goodness and love will follow me        all the days of my life,        and I will dwell in the house of the LORD        forever.

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