The Kings of the four seasons by Marcella Muhammad
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In June of
1965 a man died. A father of two and a husband. Thirty one years
young and yet to achieve his dreams. I was only five years old, I
can't say that I really knew all about him or even really knew him. I
remember my sister and I making up a special date for him and my mom as a
childhood gift. I remember he liked cars and working on them. I
remember he was a very romantically amorous towards my mother.
Since I was
only five at the time of his passing, I should only have a few if any
memories. But I am filled with many memories because the last time I
saw my Daddy was in a coffin after he suffered a horrific factory accident
in which he was in a fire and died from sever burns. I refused to
remember that man in the coffin. I refused to remember facade that was
made into his image. So I remembered....
his smile when he was happy. I remember that to me he was a giant.
I remember sitting on the floor and watching TV in the kitchen. Mommy
was sitting in a chair and Daddy on one side of her and I on the other.
I remember his walk and I remember his voice. I refused to remember
that body in the casket.
To this day I
choose not to go to funerals because I rather to remember the person I knew
not the person in the box. As I have surpassed Daddy's years by
fifteen today I can only hope what I would be like, had he lived. His
only boy has grown up. His son has become a man, does he like what
I've become and done with my life?
Today I only
wish to be what he wanted to be and do what he wanted to do, to fulfill
destinies. I know he is still around because on March 11th 2003 I was
in a fatal car accident in which I broke every bone below my hips and broke
my c3 bone in my neck. I should be either dead or at best paralyzed
and yet I walk, run and continue. Daddy reached down form Heaven and
enveloped me into his wings and protected me. Daddy was there to see
that I was safe enough to continue on to complete the challenge of our
still with us and we will see him again. In the Egyptian Book of the
Dead, there is a statement which states: For every time you name is declared
you will continue to live. James Tucker Odom, you will continue to