The news I got yesterday, I think it was yesterday, I can’t remember, I know it was this week, I know that for sure, when it was I don’t know… My Godfather has died and his funeral was today, they wanted a recent photo of me for the funeral.
If you had asked me his name yesterday I would not have been able to satisfy your question. He was the mystery man that held the title of Godfather but treasured none of the traditionalistic obligations.
I am sad for the fact that I am not sad and shan’t mourn. I am sad for the loss of life and the pain it causes his family as I would for anyone else who goes through such a heart breaking event as death. He is a stranger to me, I didn’t remember his name, I don’t know what he looked like or what his voice sounded like never mind his laugh. He was a good man apparantly, good to his world and good to his family and that makes me smile and happy, I have no regret or anger for the lack of obligation to something he agreed to.
How many of us have these mystery figures in our lives that are both nameless and faceless? I personally love the idea of “Godparenthood”, I love the tradition of it and the symbology of it all.
The idiological side of me wishes it to be not right, if you are honoured and accept the obligation of being a childs Godparent then you should hold an active role in their lives, you are their spare mentor and guardian should there be a need.
The realistic side of me counter acts that statement with the fact that reality is such that sometimes people grow apart, they move, change names and phone numbers, we all move on.
Does this make a Godparent a bad one for not keeping track of their Godspawn?
Do you have Godparents you have no clue about?
Are you a Godparent who has lost track of your Godspawn?
How do you feel about this age old tradition that has been past on but spat on by reality?
What do you think?
Goodbye Mystery Man, may you rest in peace and be the angel you were on earth, till we meet once more.