Life has not
always been easy for me, especially in recent history. I traveled dark roads
that seemed to have no end. I hurt people, most of whom were my family, time
and time again. I often relive the scenarios in my head and remember just how
awful I really was. I was trapped in a being that in no way resembled my true
heart.
I remember one story in particular from these escapades. I had done some things
that had gotten me into trouble and would ultimately play a factor in sending
me to prison. I was standing outside of a halfway house where I was living –
supposedly staying clean. In talking to my parents about what had
transpired (with more denying everything than actually talking,) my dad looked
me dead in the eyes, clenched his fist and said, “Damn it Paxton YOU. ARE.
KILLING. US.” In that moment, I saw for the first time in a long time true
emotion in my dad’s eyes.
Maybe
it didn’t happen right away, but over time, that statement woke me up. It
sat in the back of my mind, timid and still through this whole journey of
ultimately getting my shit together. In no way do I hold resentment for those
words, because it was the truth, and I knew it.
Throughout my addiction - hell…
throughout my entire life - my dad has never once turned his back on me…or any
other addict or person in need of a helping hand.
Yesterday, my dad retired from the church he has pastored for 15 years, and
the church where I grew up. Continually challenging his people to look inside
themselves and truly wrestle with the things that makes up their faith, he
always encouraged questioning. He went to hospitals, he offered comforting
words at funerals and his words made weddings meaningful and joyous; he is
without a doubt a true disciple. He is a servant to people in every sense of
the word.
So…with this blog I’m going to tell you what my dad has done for me, and how he
has ministered to a prodigal son, if there ever was one. My Pops, as I
call him, always encouraged me in so many aspects. He encouraged me in sports,
encouraged me to wrestle with my own faith, encouraged me to be a servant, and
to be the very best man I could be. Although I have not always been the very
best man I could be, it is the first thing I pray for in the morning, at every
meal, and every night before laying my head to rest. The very best man I know
is my Pops.
When
I was released from prison my family had a cookout for me with a group of very
close friends. During the cookout, my dad stood up and began to thank everyone for
coming and asking for their continued support throughout my dark times. While
talking, he mentioned a ring that he has worn on his finger since I was about 2
years old. I always told him that when he passed that was the only thing I wanted.
So on that night he placed it on my finger saying he wanted to be able to see
me wear it.
So I wear it every day - proudly, and it is without a doubt, my most prized possession. I look at it daily as a reminder of who my dad is to me - the most wonderful man I know, and as a reminder to live my life each day in the way he has lived his. Big shoes to fill and I will work at it every day.
So I wear it every day - proudly, and it is without a doubt, my most prized possession. I look at it daily as a reminder of who my dad is to me - the most wonderful man I know, and as a reminder to live my life each day in the way he has lived his. Big shoes to fill and I will work at it every day.
Selfless, servant, disciple, mentor, love, grace, forgiveness, steady, warm,
smart, well read, peace, social issue solider, compassionate, non-judgmental,
minister, grandfather, family man, teacher, meticulous, resilient, my dad, and
most of all my hero. Just a few words that describe who my dad is. Our family,
and the community in which he resides, are beyond lucky to have him as a part
of our lives.
I went to treatment, rehab, several times. Every time leading up to getting a
bed in one of the facilities, I would be home in bed while my mom took care of
me as a temperamental heroin addict in full blown withdrawal. Every single time my dad would be the one to
drive me to whatever facility I would be attending THIS time. Without a doubt, each time I ended up just
staring out the window as we drove, sick as could be. The shame, an unimaginable shame, washed over
me. Tears would begin to stream down my face, and without missing a beat my dad
would reach over, pat me on the leg and say “It’s ok son, you can do this. I
believe in you.” Every single time
this would happen. I couldn’t
believe this man could remain so calm, remain so encouraging and loving after
all I had put him through. I drug him and my mother through the mud, and still
he did whatever he had to, making sure his son was ok, and making sure that I
knew he loved me. I was baffled, but now
looking back I know that that is just who my dad is. He loves his children
unconditionally, forgives them for wrongs done, and NEVER turns his back on
them. That man is my hero, and if I can ever be half the man he is, I think
I’ll be doing pretty damn good.
Dad, I want to say thank you. Thank you for putting up with my shit and helping
me with everything you have, no matter what. I can only hope I can be the daddy
to my little girl that you are to me, so that hopefully she will see me in the
eyes that I see you. Know that I work every day to be more like that man you
are so effortlessly. I don’t know where I would be if it weren’t for you.
Most
of all dad, I love you.
PARENTS…if your child is struggling with any sort of addiction, try to
understand more about how addiction works. There are groups for you called
AL-ANON, or NAR-ANON. These rooms are filled with parents and family who are
just like you, and who are dealing with the exact same things. Help yourself
just as much as you are willing to help your children.
Never
turn your back on them, and always forgive them for the actions they commit in
active addiction because it’s NOT the real them. Your baby girl
or boy still exists inside, I promise you. If I can ever do anything to help,
talk to them, or just listen to you as a struggling parent, know that I am here
as a friend who has been there. All you
have to do is reach out.
Till next time, much love. let grace set the pace.