by: Nathan Tipton
That morning I couldn’t hear the tick tock of the timer clock resting in the crocodiles scaly stomach, as my ears were submerged underwater.
But I could see the band of pirates we were racing against to see who could touch the wall at the edge of the ocean first. I don’t wanna brag but I won that race.
After the victory, we made it back to the forest, I mean after the swim meet we made it back to my house… Sorry I had a big imagination as a kid.
But, at a young age Peter and Tink, I mean mom and dad, taught us all we had to do is think lovely thoughts and we could fly.
And that’s all I would do, going on an adventures, exploring new lands, battling pirates, which is what I was doing after the swim that morning, until my brother and I heard a cry coming from the edge of the forest. It was Tink?
“Peter is hurt”, she screamed, “Please call an ambulance!!!”
We got the lost boys on our communication devices. Tootles, Nibs, Slightly, Curly and the twins sounded older than I thought, but they said they’d be over right away.
When we went to go see what was wrong, Dad wasn’t breathing so we had to give him...
I mean Peter was fine he just needed a sprinkle of pixie dust.
The lost boys rushed in to help and said they’d take it from there.
They made so much of a mess, I remember joking that we could have peter clean it up later.
I asked one of the lost boys what was wrong and the officer replied, “He went into cardiac arr…”
I mean tootles said Captain hook caught an attack Peters chest when he wasn’t looking.
We rode behind the ambulance to the hos…
SORRY… I mean, I was have a hard time flying so the lost boys flew us to the Piccanny tribe, where Peter would be healed.
Son it’s fine, don’t forget the happy thoughts, all you need is happy thoughts
Please come here Son, don’t forget the happy thoughts, all you need is happy thoughts
You have to go say goodbye to your father, don’t forget the happy thoughts, all you need is happy thoughts.
When I walked in, I only remember seeing a beautifully painted picture with the color in the middle starting to bleed to the outside.
Dad don’t you color out. Dad don’t you bleed on out.
Stay in the lines.
Stay in the lines.
In loving memory of my father. It is interesting to see how positively the growth from my father’s absence has affected me, and how it taught me (cliché alert) how short life really is. It taught me that there are so many points in life where one can deconstruct negativity and (hopefully) find a basis of gratitude. For instance, yea I am stuck in traffic, but when was the last time I was consciously thankful for my shoes, and whahahah I’m in a vehicle right now that can accelerate at inhuman speeds with the touch of my big toe!!!! WHAT THE F*** LIFE IS MAGIC!!! Granted it is also important to recognize that sometimes really real life can really real suck, and the emotions caused from that should not be invalidated. But recognizing how passively American culture has taught me to take my life for granted was very liberating to realize. Trying to live in a space of constant communion with every relationship in my life (animate or inanimate, haha) makes it soooo much better. Whether that relationship is with my family, my friends, my strangers (yes, the strangers I interact with, not you haha), the mugs that holds my coffee in the morning, the seat I take on the bus, my car, my socks, the nature that I interact with, the sounds my ears hear (like even the sound propagating from my footsteps into my ears, then processing it through my brain is on some level infinitely complicated!!! AAAHH LIFE F***ING MAGIC!!!)...
Anyways, for myself, this trauma offered an opportunity equal in magnitude to grow. I could not be more thankful in this moment for my father, for the lessons he taught me while alive, and for the lessons he taught me in his absence. Love you Dad!
Student + Acoustician/Physicist + Poet + Musician/Composer
Author of the book Jokes and Therapy: https://www.amazon.com/Jokes-Therapy-Nathan-Tipton/dp/1548657301
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