Empty Cup
I set down my cup, pour
tea and think this day, too,
may never end.
With what do we quantify love? How does grief measure us? Nine days ago I wrote “My father is dying and I’m sipping a beer.” More words followed, but I did not write them, choosing instead to let them gather where they would – among the darkening fringe at light’s edge, in that space between the shakuhachi’s notes, in the fragrance of spices toasting in the skillet. In unwept tears. Everywhere. Nowhere.
Seven days ago I wrote “My father is dead.” Again, I chose to let the unwritten words gather and linger, allowing them to spread in their own time, attaching themselves to one another, long chains of emptiness dragging through the days.
If experience reflects truth, sorrow’s scroll will unravel slowly for me, and will never stop. I feel it beginning to quiver, but only the tiniest edge emerges. I am nothing, I say. I am voice, I am loss, I am name. I am memory. I am son.
I have fifty-nine years
and no wisdom to show for it.
Never enough. Too much.
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I don’t usually repeat recent posts so soon, but this one seems appropriate for Father’s Day. I miss you, Dad.
Touching and soul-squeezing. A fine tribute.
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Thanks, Anthony. Much appreciated.
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Robert this is a sad and beautiful piece of writing. One of the most profound lessons for me when my dad died twenty some years ago was the absolute depth of my ignorance… captured in your last three lines. Sending warm thoughts your way.
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Thank you, Chris. The older I get, the less I know.
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Yep. It’s still early here but let’s raise a glass to a simpler mind.
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☕️☕️🍺
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Uh-oh. That doesn’t bode for already-ignorant young me.
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Ha!
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Peace, Robert. It’s a heartfelt piece and you’re right, suitable for today.
Happy Father’s Day to you and continued peace to you on your journey.
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Thank you, Tre. The journey continues.
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You’re most welcome. Understood.
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I’m sorry for your loss, Robert. A thoughtful, poignant poem. We never have enough wisdom.
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Thank you, Merril. This is my first fatherless Father’s Day. Of course I’m not really fatherless. He’s always there, in the back of my mind if nowhere else.
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Yes, I understand. My dad has been gone for twenty years, but he’s still there, too.
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My mom’s been gone for a dozen years, but she’s still here, especially in the little things…
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I think I think of my dad now more, as I’m older, and my mom is 95 and declining. When he died, my kids were still young, and I was busy with them.
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I, too, have more time to think these days, more time to dwell. Am no longer rushing through life, but trying to savor it.
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Thank you for sharing this tenderness and grief, Bob; it touched me deeply.
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He was a great dad, and I miss him terribly.
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Sorry for your loss. I hope you had great memories. Lovely picture 💕
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Thank you. Yes, great memories. The photo was taken a few blocks from our house in France. I was 4 or 5.
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How skillfully you portray the grief – the depths, unscanned, the memories too painful to yet examine. Take care.
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Thank you, V.J. I’ve learned that grief swells slowly within me, and I examine and process it as it comes.
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I don’t know that there is another way. We are not really taught how to handle it, yet life is full of losses and it is inevitable.
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So true, V.J.
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amen.
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🙏🏼
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How beautiful this is, Bob! Really tugs. I echo many of the sentiments above, having lost my dad too. Thank you for this.
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I was lucky to have my dad for so long!
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Yes! But even then, we don’t want it to ever end…
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No, we certainly don’t.
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I’m ever so glad you shared this post today.
Thank you.
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Thank you for reading it, Sarah. Much appreciated.
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” I am nothing, I say. I am voice, I am loss, I am name. I am memory. I am son.”
This sums up how grief takes over everything once the wave rolls in. I’m sorry for your loss, but at the same time thankful you were able to create such a fine piece of poetry in dedication to your father. 🖤
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Thank you, Matthias. Most of us take this sort of journey at one time or another. It’s never easy, even with experience.
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Thank you for sharing this today…it’s beautiful…I wish you much peace ….
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Thanks very much, Paul.
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I remember this, Bob, and understand, entirely.
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Thanks, Ken.
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A good time to post this again, Robert. That first fatherless Father’s day is hard (as is the first motherless Mother’s Day). I’m empathizing with you. A good day to do whatever is cathartic.
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Thanks, Betty. It’s been a good day, without much sadness.
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This is so sweet. Miss mine, too.
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Thank you, Leslie.
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That picture is sooo precious, Sir Robert! Thank you for sharing — such amazing, wrenching feels…
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I was cute 55 years ago. Ha!
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Your “Empty Cup” filled mine to overflowing. Thank you, Robert.
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You are very kind, Joan. Thank you.
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First time this form has made sense to me. Thank you for sharing this.
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Thanks, Jeff. The form just seemed right for this.
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Missed this first time around but very pleased to find it now. So moving. Thanks for sharing it.
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Thanks very much, Robert.
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Most appropriate, Bob
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Thank you, Derrick.
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Sorry for your loss – we all write out our grief…
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Thank you, Maureen. That certainly is my approach.
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Yes. Me too. “I have fifty-nine years
and no wisdom to show for it.
Never enough. Too much.”
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Maybe wisdom will arrive at 60… 🙂
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💔
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Or maybe 80 – one can hope.
Your words took on special meaning for an old guy. Thanks.
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I’ll take it whenever it arrives!
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Thank you, Bob. Was missing mine, too, this Father’s Day — even after decades…
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You’re welcome, Randy. Glad to share this. Thanks for reading.
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🙂
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A touching tribute.
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Thank you, Kathleen.
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