Beyond Father's Day Deadlines

From Beyond Fathers Day Deadlines

The Power of Wow

Written by C.Fuller

Summer Solstice-2022

My dad became a lover of wow! By that, I mean, the extended Wow of life altogether. He did nit become smitten all at once but marinated in the relationship over time. Eventually, Wow became his way in life; they were joined at the hip and spoke their vows out of wide-open mouths, Wow became his soulful somatic signature.

Underneath, above, to his left and his right, your wide-open Wow carried along ethereal archetypes living legendary lives full of emotion, character and weird happenings. Archetypes were always somewhere playing their part: Oh, eye twinkling ladies man, oh, fool of foibles who once shook hands with the Kennedy’s, while 'flying low', oh, Golden Gloves boxing champ brave-heart overcoming your childhood illness and cruel taunts of classmates, oh, purposeful the serious as humble and dedicated old man with deep tan picking up careless wrappers on the beach, because, after all, that is a desecration you would not simply stand for. Oh, solitary seer, working out your gut-wrenching commitment to life, in all its pain and glory. Oh, man with that beloved Gorilla's name, BULU tattooed in Blue ink forever on your forearm. All that is just a bit of what those familiar Wows wore.

In spite of its gigantic capacity your Wow, came off like a loud whisper, rather than a raucous roar. Like awkward laugh-crying, that is mostly crying, people almost always assume it as laughter, not tears, (but do not ask me, how I know). You did often appear like a strangely unique one-man comedy show going down, regardless of the poignant overtones.

Yes Dad, you did love making people laugh and Wow was a way towards that, and all the while, your secret seeing became more profoundly evident to me. I didn't need my third eye to see the nuance of your wow sweeping out the cave of your wide-open mouth in the same way a hermit whispers into the wind when they realize.

Dad, the fact is, you held more soft emotion to get tangled in han most people expected in a Golden Gloves Champ. For the 'Wow's of yours to traverse your blood stream, navigate gut-punches, mend heart-breaks, and execute half your wild ideas too much longing to connect made it near impossible for wow to make it back out of your mouth in one brief coherent word.

The fullness of your wow was beyond personas and archetype and even emotion. Those long whispered Wowwws paradoxically generated a precient portal that opened to mysterious echo chambers with star configurations that were expansive and unexpected. The reverb travelled through niave wonderment and reckoning. Some of us were drawn through those portals time and again.

Most often, after two M-i-s-s-i-s-s-p-i-i's of silence laughter followed and broke the spell. If there was a story connected with your Wow, it would often finish with "...And then I woke up!". Certainly, everyone in the vicinity caught at least a whiff of the unbelievable and crazy journey life is and woke up to that alongside you. You remain a reminder to me and eventually, you didn't even need half the story. Sometimes just seeing your kids of friends would bring on the wow.

And truly, does a wow ever need a bunch of boxed-in explanations before it stirs and gushes out? Did folks gab on through the moon landing or just see it while they mouthed the word, 'Wow' in near silence? Does the “Why?” of the wow matter? Does the holy cow of the 'What?' or 'When?' of a 'Wow' matter most? Maybe God’s got it on file for us and our purpose is in feeling the wow as often as we can? The rest? Details. Details.Details.

Recently, I found myself Wow -ing alongside my 4-month-old Grandson, your latest Great grandson, Ronan Atlas Horn. Grandpa, you have met your match. Since a death certificate was issued for you almost 15 years back, it appears your progeny is spilling out your big Wows on the little guy, through me. Wows spill like colored confetti via some weird Daddy D.N.A . Me and Ronan just spiraled into the wide-open wow recently and he appears rip-roaring to both instigate or recieve. Like an old soul, he allow for at least 2 mississipis before busting through the silence for a laugh.

I am crafting a note to reside in wee Ronans' 'My First Year' Scrapbook with a picture of us with you wowing. I will remind him of initiating our first Wow-ing and laughing sessions in the bathtub. Splish splashing, our first conscious call and response occured. On the surface, it began with uthat Sammy Seal squirting water into my face from a teeny hidden hole in his belly, it was then I felt the big long wow coming on. It was a timeless moment as we moved the glorious call and response; show me your Wow and I'll show you my deep chortling laugh. And then, I’ll show you my deep chortling laugh and you'll show me your Wow.

Beyond a retelling of our recent scenario, I will remind him how his Great Grandpa carried on. I may include provocative hints about weird DNA spirals, hermits, echos, blind seers and all the arts in Ama's unofficial school of mysteries but it should be known Ronan lacked interest in arriving on schedule during the Piscean period, he came in early to join those Aquarians and it is his time to grow and see with a broad wide mind that takes in the endlessly horizon line. I feel confident in his spacious good nature and readiness to laugh. Those qualities may be his answer to our relationship and the times of challenge and wonder ahead.

As for you Daddy - O, I will continue to wow it up with you somewhere in this Grand Cosmic Echo Chamber. Here on earth currently, it appears I have stepped beyond The Power of Now to deliver your Power of Wow. You always wanted to write more of your story and apparently, as Ma would say, 'better late than never', isn’t that great, you two are still stuck together and that makes me laugh.

Basically, I intuit your great-grandson and I are setting up to laugh the hell out of this life.

Happy Fathers Day, Great-Great-Grandpa beyond the deadlines, we still share the Power of Wow. Thanks for that.It will keep me rolling.

C.Fuller Solstice Sunrise 2022