As I reflect on another “life without Dad” anniversary… 33 years, certain thoughts pervade. He was a man struck down in the fourth decade of his life…so young relatively speaking. One way to look at it would be “by the numbers.”
August 26, 1933- His birthdate, an only child.,. number one child;
11 days separated husband and wife in birthdate and year- August 15th for my Mom
Wedding Date- August 21st…Such a busy month!
The number three- for three children
Of the three, I was the first born and born I was “by surprise on December 24th” rather than Lincoln’s birthday…
Double three makes 33, the number of surgeries Don’s Gore’s little girl had “pertaining just to her vocal cords”
Throw in the number 17 or so orthopedic surgeries that same little girl had for cerebral palsy and even more later on….
Number 17 was also the “death anniversary day”
Number 47 was very significant as….
It was my father’s assigned motorcycle racing number as a New England Motocross Scrambles- Hill climb Champion for many years running.
Number 47 was also the age at which he was murdered.
I remember… His photos emblazoned on the cover of Cycle Sport Magazine in the early 1960’s;
The many, many gleaming trophies won and displayed in his special trophy case;
I recall the spike and penny nails he skillfully and quickly drove, pieces of wood precisely measured as a Master carpenter.
I remember the worn leather tool belt around his waist and the endless hours I would spend watching him work as he built strong and sturdy works of art in the garage…
I remember the many efforts he made to come and visit me at the hospital… even for a few minutes… The effort was always made…
My adult memories are not as plentiful… for I was on my collegiate and beginning career path.. and he on his multiple businesses path with a workaholic nature.
BUT… if he could visit for only a day, I hope he would be pleased with what he saw… for the endeavors of family members are like jewels on the crown of life.
He would have been proud last year, as we “fought the good fight” and were victorious in changing several State of Connecticut Victim’s Rights policies with the Board of Pardons and Parole, in addition to influencing the outcome such that the perpetrator is incarcerated for five more years!
In 2014, I have had my share of shining moments as well. I am truly blessed and guided well by friends and colleagues who embrace what is “just over the hill for me and on my horizon” … wherever it may take me…
Although murder taketh away and a vital piece of you goes with it, the life that can be re-formulated if given the chance, is as strong, as resilient, and more passionate than one could imagine!
In that manner, I am doing exactly what my Dad would have wanted.
Another Year- In Memory of Donald W. Gore