Posted by LaRonda on January 13th, 2007
Daddy adopted the Thunderbird as his own personal emblem. The picture he drew probably originated from one of his wine bottles. Yet, I liked to think that this symbol had a deeper meaning for him. Perhaps he needed to believe, that like the Thunderbird or Phoenix, he too might one day rise from the ashes — from the dark trials, hardships, and disappointments he faced in his own life. I realize that my father desperately needed to believe in my survival because he needed inspiration and hope that recovery, even in the bleakest of circumstances, was possible.
And, I too, would need something to believe in. For in the days ahead, the person I knew myself to be would disappear in the fevers that burned me, and from the ashes, a new body would rise, along with the profound discovery of silence.
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