MEMORY -
Growing up in a house full of boys, I was raised with "playing rough" Pete and Dad would start these slapping spats between the two of them. Dad would come up behind Pete and bop him on the head, then quickly run the opposite direction. Within minutes, Pete would seek his revenge with a returned bop on my Dad's head, making sure it was twice as hard. This physical sign of brotherly love went on for years. I found this act to be most humorous as they grew older. Here are two grown men in their 50's and 60's running around the house like maniacs trying to bop the other harder than the last. Mom would shake her head and yell at the top of her lungs " That's enough already, you two are going to break something!!!!!"
As my Brother grew older, he was sucked into this "bopping fest"and found his role in the whole thing. He would sometimes side with Dad, sometimes with Pete. What is worse than TWO grown men running around and smacking each other? THREE of them!!!!
Since Pete was the elder in the family, I always took his side. Dad being 11 years younger than Pete, he was the quickest, but Peter was by far the smartest. He would casually say in a slow, coy voice " I'll get you back when you least expect it" Sure enough, he came through and what a sight to see! Pete would strike back when Dad was pre-occupied AND least expecting it! I loved to see Dad get a taste of his own medicine! Go Uncle Pete!
APPLICATION -
I had my Dad and Brother over for lunch this afternoon. When they were just about to be on their way, they began a bopping fest right in the middle of my living room. The craziness of laughter and yelling went on for about 5 mins until I finally kicked them out. I shut the door behind them, looked up and said " Uncle Pete .... what am I going to do with these boys? Can't you come back just to give em a good bop or two?" Obviously, there was no verbal response, however I felt his presence and knew that his spirit found humor in my moment of aggravation.
REFLECTION -
Everyone has their own ways of showing affection, even when there is "bopping" involved.
I invite you to follow my day to day discoveries as I begin Living Like a Loved One, I lost my Uncle to cancer a year ago in late September. It's been a challenging healing process for the entire family, and I've decided that it doesn't have to be that difficult. During the next year, I will take the most special memories of my Uncle and bring them back to a reality in my day to day life. I hope this brings comfort and enlightenment to all who subscribe.
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