Beloved – “dearly loved, cherished, treasured…prized.” The dictionary defines it. But only people can embody it.
To share a photo of someone or something that is beloved. Now that’s a hard challenge– because there are many. But since this is February I chose my Dad.
Echoes of his voice, his piercing whistle and the scent of his pipe filter in and out of my thoughts this time of year. It was a February four years ago I got the call. You know the one–when someone leaves this world for another–and you aren’t ready for it.
Yet, it was in my loss that I learned how MUCH I’d been loved.
Yes, my Dad was truly beloved. Not just by me, but by many. My brothers, my mother, grand kids, friends at his morning coffee spots and business associates… It is easy to say why. In a quiet and unassuming way, he made you feel as if you mattered–valued, important, and heard–as if you counted. Believed in. Some people go their whole lives and never feel that.
Yep. Beloved is the best word for a man like that.
*Photo credit for the collage goes to my younger brother, Jeff Vestal