This morning I woke up thanking God for a new day. I had no idea what the day was going to bring other than the 3rd interview I had schedule for 11 o’clock.
Lately, my prayers have been different. These days I always make sure I include two important things in my chats with God regarding myself…1) Order my steps 2) Give me YOUR strength to hold on today.
After my job interview today, which went very well by the way, I was headed back to the place where I lay my head at night and on the way I decided to check out this model home I keep passing on the road all the time. I mean what else did I have planned today other than sending out more resumes?
I popped in there and there was a gentleman who greeted me heartily. He had an accent. We didn’t chat long enough for me to figure out what Island he was from because I was so excited to see this model home.
After my solo tour of this beautiful home, I met with the man. We started chatting a bit. He asked if I was in the market and I promptly said, “Nope. Not yet.” We kept talking. We covered so much ground in our conversation that I mentioned my family is from Trinidad. He said he was from Trinidad too. I kinda figured that out once he got comfortable speaking with me.
Then he mentioned that his wife is from Grenada. I said, “Wow. My father has family in Grenada as well.” The man asked me my last name. When I told him “Darius”, he lost his balance a little and plopped himself in a chair near by. Thank God…because I wasn’t close enough to catch him.
The man, who is now known as James, said excitedly, “MY WIFE IS A DARIUS!” At this point we’re both laughing. He said we have to be related because Grenada is a very small island and the only Darius family he knows on the island is his wife’s family.
I told him a little of what Daddy shared with me about his family in Grenada and a cousin who we seemed to have in common. I wanted to be sure we were talking about the same person so I called my sister in Trinidad to confirm. I tried reaching my sister, but couldn’t get her. Turns out my sister called me later this afternoon and I told her what happened. She confirmed it. I’m related to James’s wife.
We sat and talked for a long while as he shared with me about how he met the Darius family and the type of people they were…content, kind, peaceful, wise, musical, good people. I’m sitting there listening to this man and i couldn’t fight my tears because everything he was saying matched a lot of what Daddy shared with me and it was as if Daddy was brought back to life.
I’m so full right now. We exchanged numbers and I’m looking forward to meeting Daddy’s cousin. Wow. When I showed him Daddy’s picture, he said, “Yes! Yes! He looks so much like my wife’s father.”
Words can’t begin to express what I’m feeling right now other then just…full.
It’s been seven months since Daddy died. I’ve been handling this new normal better than I thought. I had Daddy’s profile picture on my Facebook page for a while. I felt a little strange changing it recently.
Every time I paused to long to look at his picture. I’d feel sad and cry because I can’t call him. It’s still fresh. Still fresh. Meeting more family today felt strange, but I was happy because to here this man talk kindly about what kind of people the Darius family are made me proud and helped me understand even more the kind of man Daddy was and why people loved him upon first meeting him. He came from GREAT stalk. No surprise there!
All the stories this man shared with me today, matched everything my Daddy told me. It’s not that I didn’t believe Daddy. It was just cool to hear hit again from someone who knew the Darius family before he married into the family.
What a day…what a day.