AS SHYHEIM SAYS – ‘DADDY DAUGHTER DAY’
October 22, 2013
As Shyheim Says – ‘Daddy Daughter Day’.
So I’m lying on my bed with my daughter tonight she’s seven years old. Christmas is around the corner. Her one front and two bottom teeth are out. She’s coffee coloured with chestnut brown hair, big bright brown eyes and beautiful skin. I bathed her and washed her hair tonight, so she looks and smells all new. She had Sushi from Sugar fish in LA for her dinner her fav; I picked up a take away for her. I read her four pages from her favourite story, Pippi Longstockings as she calls it. She loves the idea of this girl that can carry a horse and beats up boys. So I’m lying on the bed and she asks, “when will you die daddy”? I look at her and think good question, why do we have to die? I think to myself, the only real flaw in this life of ours, it ends at some point, Just when were getting the hang of it usually. At least this moment with her will last us forever, if nothing else does. I get death, population, lessons learnt and all that. But it must get scary at some point; you know to leave all this good stuff behind. But I suppose, when enough loved ones die, people become bitter or change. Families let you down, dreams don’t happen, entertainment stops entertaining, you’re probably ready to leave yourself. So I’m on the bed dozing off myself, just received the biggest grin because I said I would sleep with her later. She pops the doo doos to bed, (her night toys). Makes sure all the lights are on outside. Kisses me goodnight and is out for the count at about 9pm, late for her school days 7:00pm usually. My dad, my brother, aunt’s uncles, grandmothers, great grandmothers all have died, so I know it’s the way it is around here. Not only them but also actors, pop stars, Kings and Queens and princesses. Soldiers, heroes, prophets, no one gets away with it. You can’t cheat death. But it still makes me think why? Why do we leave this paradise, I cant say because I think there’s more, because saying more in my book is like expecting something, and I never expect anything but death. She looks so angelic, and I also know she will one day die, then her child. There is a Tibetan Lojong practice, which are basically slogans all about leaning into these uncomfortable situations and open up to them and they’re gifts. Always maintain a joyful mind. Appreciate the struggles as opportunities to wake up. They say the world has a limited number of years left before the sun burns out. I feel for the future people who will witness their own demise.
I didn’t mention that I told her some people live until a hundred and twenty five, which would make her very old when I go, because I’m intending on a late outro (exit). But if it’s earlier I’m ok with that too, I have been blessed from the day I opened my eyes. I said by the time I go, you may be twenty years behind me. I’m only going on to get your room ready, she then asked if we could pick how we look when we die”. I replied “ Don’t worry, you will probably be best the version of yourself, when you die”.
A Great book: ‘The Tibetan book of living and dying’.