well, i survived another father's day without my dad...this year was different from last year's though...totally different...
teddy & i went to our friend christina's church yesterday...it was a small congregation affiliated w/ the presbyterian church in america (PCA)...they're called grace church of chicago, and they meet in the chicago dramatists' building on chicago & milwaukee...they serve intelligentsia coffee (chicago's own roast) and letizia's bakery muffins...the people were very nice and welcoming...my friend nanette who's doing the wicker park spirituality discussion group went with us...for someone like me who's worked hard at erasing memories of church services prior to joining the vineyard in evanston, the liturgical format at this church was somewhat foreign...i thought it was a lovely service, and the pastor didn't bullshit the congregation...but i'm slowly coming to the realization that after all i've experienced in the vineyard, it's going to be really really hard for me to find a church where i feel at home...and i'm not TRYING to be a spoiled brat about it, but if i'm going to subject myself to a structured environment for spiritual edification for 90 or so minutes on a sunday MORNING (quite likely after being at a show or party until 2am the previous night), then i would prefer it to be in a setting i would enjoy being in on a semi-regular basis (which for me would be like once a month)...*sigh*...but i kinda do want to be in some sort of a group...does anybody know of a church in chicago where i can show up late or on time or get up and walk around and sit or stand or kneel or raise my hands or whatever and not feel like a weirdo? where at least some of the leaders are NOT wearing dockers and boat shoes or penny loafers...where the music sounds more like pedro the lion or idlewild or u2 or VoL than maranatha or bill gaither...where your worth is not measured in what you own or your job or even what you can *do for god* or in the visible maturity of your faith...where your worth is not measured, period, but considered a given based on your being human...where a good percentage of the members, if you looked through the stuff they carried around, you'd find a pair of ear plugs...where service begins at a time later than 11 am...where a total outsider can sit through the sermon and announcements and minglings and be able to understand 80% of what's said without referring to an evangelical jargon dictionary...if you know of such a church, please let me know...
after church, nanette & teddy & i had brunch @ this place that christina recommended called flo's on chicago ave...it was awesome food...we had a good talk about churches in general, about the matrix, about heaven, about angels, etc...before we knew it i had to run to meet my mom & bro in the burbs...
my mom had wanted to get together for father's day to talk about our dad...it was an obvious attempt to get either jim or me to talk...i don't think we're there yet though...for some reason, i can't talk about my feelings regarding my dad with the ones who were also closest to him...i don't know why...in some ways, my dad was the unifier in our family, and i think without him around, i just don't know how to relate...i feel so disconnected from them...i realized that i dislike going to my mom's house or even calling my mom or bro because i can't do these things without being painfully reminded how much my dad is missing from our lives...i'm fine when i'm on my own for the most part, but whenever i see my mom or my bro, it's like there's this dotted-line figure hovering next to us where my dad should be...so many blank lines in our conversations where my dad would have had something to say...and his laugh...i miss that crazy laugh of my dad's...and his toothy smile...his corny jokes and stories...boy, could my dad be CORNY...and he loved laughing at his own jokes and stories...
we went to the cemetery to visit his gravesite...i noticed a lot of folks visiting gravesites...i saw a young woman and a young man standing quietly just staring at the grave marker of someone i assume was their dad...at the restaurant eating dessert, i noticed all the families, esp. the dads...
and although i feel the pain of not having my dad with me for father's day, i do have sources of comfort as well...for example, seeing tim again on saturday reminded me how much i love seeing him with his boys...and he was definitely there during those first weeks after losing my dad...and when i was at his house, i saw a family photo of bill mallonee with his wife brenda and his boys josh & joe...it really touched me to see that photo and to be reminded of how much bill has comforted me this past year, not only through his songs, but on a personal level as well in the time we've spent at various festivals and through his wisdom and encouragement and prayers in email...not only that, i know he's had a deep impact on the lives of my friends caleb and brandon...where would i have been without caleb on so many occasions this past year? he's been a friend, brother, mentor, sanity saver, fellow rocker...
the web of friends that magically seemed to build itself during the past year in which i almost started my life over from scratch never fails to amaze me...the garden lounge's miranda stone concert which led me to pastemusic.com which led me to denison witmer, pedro the lion, damien jurado and bill mallonee among others, shooting denny's show which got me hooked on concert photography which led me to shoot bill's show where i met tim white and through which caleb stumbled on my website and meeting megan through tim and all the lovely wildwood artists including mikey bales and meeting ryan & jesse of serene @ cornerstone & running into rand at just the right time to give me a bit of guidance which months later would lead to pete & amy & sam and meeting derek who tipped me off on watchers and running into matt dobschuetz who tipped me off on duvall which was the reason i went to the watchers show in the first place and to be taking photos at that show which caused michael to introduce himself to me which led to meeting the rest of watchers which led to meeting teddy which led to a million other things...even seemingly accidental things leading to significant relationships...like when that band what's their name didn't show up at the fireside so i went to schubas instead and met ian moore...or responding to one little question on the VoL grouplist which led to my friendship w/ brandon...and the list goes on and on...
life is incomprehensibly beautiful in the midst of the pain and the brokenness...
been listening to--
quiet is the new loud--kings of convenience
PL--BM
i break chairs--damien jurado
achtung baby--u2