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Poetic Pondering’s from a Passionate & Flawed Thinker.

Eulogy for Dad

Raymond Edgar Patterson, Jr.

Jan 25, 1942 - June 3, 2023

Growing up I had this image of my dad as larger than life. He was 7 feet tall, his house was the biggest, his car was the fastest, and he could do no wrong in my eyes. He was superhuman, A giant of a man.

I was an extremely sensitive and imaginative child, however, it was hard for me to verbalize those strong feelings. I watched Parent Trap as a child and from then on dreamt of my parents getting back together. I struggled being shuffled between households and became increasingly anxious because of it. This caused me to become distant and avoidant, but it took me years to be able to internalize or communicate these emotions.

Despite any gaps in time where dad and I didn’t see each other, I never doubted his love for me or stopped loving him. My dad sent me presents and cards every birthday and Christmas - even going as far as trying to call. As more time passed, the more difficult it became for me to face. He never made me doubt his love for me despite my actions and told me he loved me every time we spoke, saw each other, or corresponded through mail.

As I matured, I was able to better understand why I struggled as a child with my parents divorce. I felt remorse, shame, and guilt for allowing so much time to pass between me and my dad. But I knew it was something I needed to mend, especially after becoming a parent myself. However, he didn’t ever make me feel that way and wrapped me in acceptance and love. We were able to pick up where we left off. I regret loosing so many years with my dad, but grateful we were able to reconnect.

Once grown and realizing my dad literally wasn’t 7 feet tall, had the biggest house, or drove the fastest car; he still seemed larger than life in my eyes. He is a man I admire for his achievements and his flaws. He showed up for life despite any set backs or obstacles he had faced through his life so I knew I could too. This in my eyes still made him superhuman and a giant of a man in my heart always. He is the first man I loved. I am a better person in so many ways for knowing him and being apart of him. I am proud to say I am Raymond Patterson’s daughter.

Love you always dad.

6/11/2023 ~ trp

Anchors

When your past can evoke joy and sorrow, in a way that floods your senses.

That you spiral to ground yourself in the present.

It’s the most precious thing to be able to experience and each time something shifts, to where the joy rises up more each time.

Giving light and love through all phases through this journey called Life.

Knowing that the most important part is making connections with others that last a lifetime and beyond.

The best anchors are the ones that keep us from drifting away and helping us find our path through the storms.

9/6/2021 ~ trp

✨ Spotlight ✨
POET: WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS
I love his poems and have always gotten inspiration from them. Here are a few of my favorites.

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10/15/2020 ~ trp

Alone Together

So much longing,

Yet All alone, but together yet.

Not knowing how to carry on.

All the while there is nothing to rely on,

Only An inner strength that will surround you when all things fail.

7/11/2020 ~trp

Abyss

Something reflecting all the hushed voices.

Dark echos and Shadows flicker rapidly,

Amoungst blurred faces,

Two sided bribe.

Feeding on their grief,

A Soul that’s bruised and yearns to be mended,

Conned.

Trauma guiding the Naivete of an illusion,

To a broken dream with nothing left,

Dreamless.

Guide deeper underneath,

Rob them when they’re down,

Magic molded an empty shell,

Quietly escaping.

It’s now not their fault, just left to chance.

Left with only feeling like you’re on the edge of a bottomless pit.

Empty and Dark...

~ trp

4/16/2019

Rise

Glimpses of whole pieces.

Fantasy heavy weight.

Only to a point, then fall away, deeper...not controlling but trusting it all will come together.

~trp

12/3/18

“A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.” ~ Agatha Christie “Sometimes the right path is not the easiest one.” ~ unknown

Steadfast

Deep heavy whisper,

Fluttering steady drum...

Buried deep beneath all things just and bright.

Only understood by the lost and discarded. Hit hard.

Each recreating their own illusion...

Building, Brimming and Brewing a fantasy.

Marring the soul.

Preserving despite nothing in return.

Deciding to continue through it all.

~trp

5/13/2018

Falling

Turning…Molding, Evolving, Soul Searching. Investing what is left, but still holding the wall. Becoming whole with a missing beat. Time never gives back, it’s all in passing. Loving harder…choking with the uncertainty that Time can only show. Shining through it All…Fresh and New. But Old too…a Dream from a page from your past. Giving everything left, shining & vulnerable, mended. Ready to Fall. Braver. Better. Brighter. Blessed… Time to watch how Time will Press.

~trp 8/5/2017

The Season of New Love

Forgotten feelings rush upon me like the buds of Spring.

New emotion that brings such familiarity, yet still so foreign. A Flooded heart that has nothing to loose. Regret is the only time that is wasted. All His love Pouring upon me now. ~trp 4/16/2017

Soapbox ~ Back to the Basics

I believe technology’s advancements toward making communicating more accessible and instant has actually made people feel more isolated and lonely. For the future, I hope there is a movement in our society that strives to pull away from living virtually through our devices and shifts to embrace more of a “time gone by mentality” - taking things back to the basics. Living in the present vs living in a virtual reality. And don’t misunderstand my idealism for less screen time and more face to face as a yearning for an actual living interpretation of M. Night Shyamalan’s, “The Village”. I have a love - hate relationship with social media & cell phones. A few of my woes are, the constant nervous grabbing of the cell phone, must be the new nervous twitch. More and more daily interactions have taken on a new form of proper etiquette, it seems universally acceptable now or everyone is choosing to be completely blind to it, jury is still out on that one. But whether communicating with a co-worker, relative, friend, or partner, it seems to be more of an accepted way to communicate when engaged in a conversation with a person and also scrolling and checking your news feed on Facebook on how many likes you received on your last post or even worse checking up on what someone else’s activities have been on Facebook, trying to analysis why he liked that woman’s post or why she commented the way she did on your post. Everyone acts like they are indifferent and they don’t use social media to troll around, but everyone also knows that’s a lie. This only adds to the delusion, making it hard for people to admit they have a problem with social media. Almost as if there’s a silent social stigma associated with admitting it. It’s exhausting and so unproductive, and I believe it hinders people from being happier and more fulfilled by wondering aimlessly on social media for fulfillment, this creates a void that social media can’t fill. This only provides an instant gratification to temporarily placing an electronic band aid to quiet that issue, which resembles most people’s phones or computers. Anyone remember looking forward to actually receiving a phone call from a person through an actually voice conversation on a phone that is now considered a land line? I understand it is more convenient to text and respond to someone and seen as rude or hurtful if a person doesn’t respond through text or email. Wouldn’t it be worth trying not to pull your phone out nervously while out? You never know who you might talk to or what new person you might meet. Has it become that unpopular to actually engage with a person you have scheduled to meet for lunch or set time to talk with by not looking at your phone and focus on them as they talk and reciprocate with engaging conversation and a plus, eye contact? I guarantee both people will be more fulfilled and emotionally charged, leaving with their cup more full than before. Please do not assume that my choice of topic exempts me from being guilty of doing the exact thing I am criticizing. However, I think it’s good to be aware of one’s shortcomings and strive to improve on a daily bases. What IF there was a shift in the way we looked at technology that spread across the world? I truly believe this will happen. Even one group of people that break away from the norm and push out of the norm to not broadcast or showcase the highlight reel of their life through social media apps. Even if eventually this change will only be prevalent in small progressive pockets scattered throughout the world atleast there will be an awareness that spreads slowly and hopefully be extremely contagious. There will come a time when the longing to find something deeper, more meaningful, more tangible, more pure…will prevail. And we will get back to a simpler time, living more in the present and connecting more with each other face to face. I think moderation with every aspect in our lives is the key to a fuller happier life. Free will is a beautiful thing which gives people the power to change their course. To surround themselves with people from all walks of life, with all different viewpoints. We just have to find our “Tribe”. When we do find them, that’s a magical, wonderful and amazing thing, but we as individuals have more power than we sometimes are aware. We have the power to create our own reality and shape our tiny little world the way we see fit and to follow our hearts in their full destiny and desire. It’s basically that simple, and that’s powerful. ~trp 2/3/2017

Hunger Game

Who will out last, taking it all? Leaving nothing but war tattered pieces, from the last one’s Fall. Who will end up being the Victor? Only in the end, it will be the one not too open but aloof, a balancing act only to see whose feelings will remain true. Back and Forth, Hoping for a Match. One side or the Other, timing seems to have passed. Holding steady not to hold on too tight, How can this be done when it feels so right? One sided feelings, laid through a secret script, with only one being fully paid with no return trip. A mind clouded, wanting more than a connection only skin deep, A rarity to meet and one’s Soul to be completely Seen. Most stumble through the dark broken and lost, while others are searching for one magic spark.

~trp 1/15/2017