Tomorrow Never Dies But Yesterday Lives Forever
My dad died when I was 10. It’s been almost 30 years since that fateful day, and though it may seem like time should heal the wounds from that loss, the wounds never really seem to heal. They’re always there, even if most of the time it may seem as if I’m like everyone else, just going about my days and my tasks, running errands, going to work, playing with my dogs. But underneath it all, there is still a 10 year old boy who lost his father and his way, and though that boy is now a man, when the mask is removed the 10 year old boy is revealed, still suffering from that moment he experienced so many yesterdays ago.
Everything I do, everything I am today, has been and continues to be influenced by that singular moment. A snapshot in time. A moment that changed the course of my life, in ways I will probably never completely know, at least not on a conscious level. That moment made me the man, husband, son and brother I am today.
They say time heals all wounds, that as the sands of time fall through the hourglass of our collective lives, all wounds heal, and we need to just “let them go”. That the more time passes, the more we should be able to just get over it, and those past moments and experiences should no longer have an effect on who we are today and how we respond to the world around us as we get older. At least that’s what we always tell ourselves and each other. Listen to enough self help speakers and you’ll start to believe that you can just forget your past with the blink of an eye, and a $2000 check.
Roxy was 1 year old when I got her. A rescue dog from a shelter in Michigan. She seemed happy and energetic, and for the most part she was. She liked to mix it up with other dogs, and being a terrier, she was quite fearless. The problem was that she hadn’t learned how to engage other dogs properly, and on a walk one day, an off leash dog came across the road, and in her socially inept way she tried to connect with him by mounting him. This dog was 3 times her size btw. The dog reacted and, to use a dominance expression, put her in her place. But Roxy’s got a lot of heart and fire, and let’s just say she didn’t take it lying down. Like anyone with heart, she fought back. It was a singular moment that changed her relationship to other dogs and how she interacted with them from that moment forward.
Roxy is now almost 5. Did time change the way she feels about other dogs? Did time heal the emotional damage caused by that single moment? No. Time can’t. Because on an emotional level, time is not linear. As Kevin Behan has told me time and time again, “Dogs don’t remember, but they can never forget”. And I believe that statement applies to us humans as well. Roxy has never forgotten that moment. It stayed with her, under the surface, affecting every experience she had. Just as the loss of my father when I was a child has affected every experience for me since.
To deny our pasts is to deny ourselves. No matter how much time passes, we will always have scars. Dogs are no different. In order to help an emotionally challenged dog heal from the past that haunts him, we have to help him revisit that place where it all began. Help him relive those moments, so we can help him wipe the slate clean. Help him face his fears and emotional challenges so those past moments and experiences no longer have power over him. Because even though dogs “live in the moment”, they are completely victims of their pasts.
I don’t know if I will ever fully heal from my past, and that’s ok. I’ve learned that life is a journey, and on this journey things happen that aren’t always right or fair. But fair is only a human concoction anyway. The thing I DO know is that when I help a dog heal, when the fire starts coming back into his eyes, and I see the transformation happening, I feel a part of myself heal as well. When I see Roxy today, and see how much she’s changed, I know that I’ve changed too. And the more we change together, maybe, just maybe, this man won’t need to wear a mask anymore.
honorthedog 
Your post brought a few tears to my eyes as I remembered my own past and near loss of my mom at 12. Definitely a moment that radically changed the course of my life. I think I shall be reading through the rest of your blog and already I sense that when I come to the end post last October I will wonder why you stopped writing them and wish for more.
Best of luck in the snowstorm this week – my father-in-law is in Olympia and I only recently left there myself. 🙂
Big hugs! Lisa
Thanks Lisa. These experiences change you, and they stick with you forever. I used to wish so much to be rid of it and to not have to feel it, but in the past few years I’ve realized that these experiences have made me who I am, so instead of fighting it I needed to embrace it.
I’ve started writing again, I just have my spurts.
Take care and thanks so much for checking out my blog. 🙂