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Brian Patrick Cork is living the Authentic Life

our carver motor yacht story: July 4th, High Adventure, and Great Memories

July4

I’ll begin this post asking you to ignore my errant thumb. the iPhone can be a very forgiving device, but not always for amateurs such as myself.

Haley Anne had a good number of her possie with us today. and, I got my first heads-up over the enigmatic “Evan”. that, of course, bares investigation with my radar up.

but, all things considered, this was a great weekend. the boat has offered us a great platform that promises both high adventure, and loads of bonding opportunities.

Emma Jo and I got to simply hang-out a lot and listen to music. we also found ourselves floating around the Waverunner in a cove near the marina all to ourselves. we jumped-off the watercraft and just chatted away an hour. later we read MacLife and Macworld side-by-side up in the bridge of Mojo under the fading skies. she asks great questions and demonstrates a keen understanding of how things work:

“Daddy… I think the ‘I-O-S-5’ is a relly good idea because it makes iPhones and Apples the same”.

there are moments I can only look at her (my little pumpkin) and smile.

but, for me, the highlight of the trip was the late evening with the terrific Kenwood sound system purring out all manner of classics driven by my iPod. again, on the bridge, with stars shining over our heads and the sounds of fireworks crackling in the distance, I had my back up against Joanne with her chin on my shoulder as I told her more stories about my Mom and Dad. for the record, Mom, in particular would have adored Jo (and, her granddaughters – Haley Anne is a dead-ringer for Mom). however, I spent a lot of time reminiscing more about Dad over this particular weekend (and, with the girls as well). Dad was, of course, a veteran – having served two tours in Southeast Asia while he forged a brilliant career in the Air Force.

thanks Dad (especially on days like this). but, I’ll note here, that Mom’s tomb inscrition reads:

“Wife to one, Mother to all”.

they were such a great team, and inspiration.

and, thank you, God, for my family and everything we can be grateful for.

I listened, and a lot, to: Yellow, by Coldplay and Beautiful World, by Colin Hay. and, Lynyed Skynyrd, for some reason. Emma Jo prefers Miley Cyrus, for some other reason, and was never shy about advancing the play selection button.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

 

October sixth

October18

I miss my Dad.

I think my readers (and, certainly those of you, otherwise, closer to me) know that he took his own life on October 6th, the day before my Birthday. That was a good number of years ago. But, the rawness of it still explodes at the back of my skull every October. I had this gripping post ready to go. But, I’ve sat on it for weeks, uncertain why, until now.

Yesterday I had a good day with Emma Jo.

A quick aside, if you’ll indulge me… I spend a good amount of time with Haley Anne – especially around proper football (soccer). She is gorgeous. And, yesterday I realized that she is developing a love for writing, in her own right. My Dad had more of a gift for drawing. But, her creativity, in general, would have delighted him.

Meanwhile… We are preparing to move our household deeper North into Alpharetta (Milton) horse country off Freemanville Road. There is a long story attached to this. But, I’m more interested in some of the highlights occurring in and around the “big picture”.

While rummaging through the storage spaces in, what will shortly be referred to as the “old house”, we came upon containers crammed with family photos. In one crumbling box was a treasure trove of photo albums and curling black and white snap shots of Haley Anne and Emma Jo’s ancestors. This included my Dad in many an enigmatic situation. There were a bunch of them with him with his arm around me. Or, me hugging him from behind while he worked on some project (this made me recall that I often hugged my Dad. I never shied away from that, even in public, through High School and College). And, these fascinated Emma Jo. She took right to them with an endless and insightful stream of questions. But, the best part was the bonding as she snuggled into me. So, she was my “buddy” all day. We made a few trips back-and-forth to the “new house” having loaded up my big black bad-ass truck. And, we were fortunate to have another classically beautiful Georgia Fall day because the drivers-side window is broke and won’t close. So, we had this incredible moment with a lull in the easy conversation when Emma Jo was caught thinking carefully between questions and observations. She looked so happy. The golden light was pouring through the window and highlighting her hair, still almost white from the lake and sun, that had the wind pushing wildly around her shoulders and face. Her cobalt blue eyes were bright as diamonds. She looked over at me winsomely and shrugged, rather shyly. And, it struck me that Dad had ironically created this moment.

I was so incredibly thankful.

Dad was a better man than me. And, I was fortunate to have him in my life. And, he is always my inspiration for the sort of earthly father I try to be every day. So… October sixth can come and go. But, Dad and Mom live on through Emma Jo and Haley Anne. And, all of it means me living the Authentic Life.

You can roll your collective eyes at me – and, I’ll give it little merit. And, so, I’ll share this video from Glee and their cover of:

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zeke And luther

October2

So…

I’ll freely admit that I thoroughly enjoy the Disney Channels: Zeke and Luther.

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I don’t watch much television – even the Discovery Channel, which is what most sanctimonious pricks claim to watch when they piously claim not to watch television, when in fact the probably watch House and Greys Anatomy and often with the help of their Tivo. But, if I can, I’ll watch witty shows like Zeke anf Luther, and also Phineas and Ferb – which is totally awesome.

My little Emma Jo probably is not sure what to make of me standing in a room howling at the television when these shows are in progress. I suspect Joanne would rather I was elsewhere.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

converging paths

September3

I’ll begin this post by inviting you to revisit two other efforts of mine that have received an extraordinary amount of attention:

taken aback by Bill Pope, and I want to know what Love is.

Next, I’ll admit that I’m not so sure where I’ll go with this particular post. I guess we’ll, collectively, know, only when our paths converge there. Along the way, I just might be looking for something we can all appreciate relative to what life’s twists-and-turns might offer us.

A few weeks ago I ran into Jane Pope and her daughter Madison at a Starbucks. I had my own little Emma Jo with me. We were hanging-out and running errands. We had only just climbed back into my Porsche, and I was looking at Emma Jo while she was describing one of her books to me, when I looked up and past her and saw Jane’s Jaguar. A lot can blow through ones mind in a whirl-wind. But, Jane looked great, and heroic, in light of, well, just everything. But, I started thinking about daughters, and paths, and the future, and the roles of Dads, in the lives of daughters.

So… I pay a lot of attention to my daughters. But, recently more so. It seems like my “spider sense” is up, or something akin to it.

Sure enough, Haley Anne was bit by a spider two weekends ago during a soccer tournament. She led us into the finals and apparently endured agony while doing so. The wound is still puffy and we are apparently at risk of staph – and, the fear of sepsis. Oooohhh God, help me. Then, on top of that she hauled-off and grew up on me a bit more, having just turned fourteen, and is statuesque and gorgeous, and all that. But, while I was fussing over her and trying to teach her, well, something, I was reminded that everything ends up …connected.

I’ve been tracking a group of entrepreneurs working on a very cool (and change-oriented) technology that Bill was championing. I had reached out to Jane to make sure she would benefit. And, then an old roommate of Bill’s found the post you’ve peeked at and likely shared with your friends already. And, I found myself forging pathways that I hope will intersect in a way that will indirectly help Bill with Madison. And, I pray that goodly men (did you know that behind every great man there is some woman rolling her eyes?) will rally to my own children (and, Joanne) if I don’t make it home one day.

Man… I am really struggling with this piece. But, this is transparency. Living the authentic life.

In any event, go to the comments section of the blog concerning Bill. Do it now! You’ll find the note from his buddy Bruce, whom apparently lost his way with Bill. But, maybe now he can shed some light on another path for Madison.

I’ll simply end this post, here, with my restated response to Bruce, within those comments, for the sake of posterity, with the hopes all of it means something, and the convergence is a good thing, given all the unexpected steps.

“Hello Mr. Waller.

And, welcome, here.

No matter your paths I’ll suspect Bill had you in his heart. He was a stout and loyal fellow, that one.

My immediate take-away from your comment will have me pondering the following words from Wayland – “…who speaks with frankness but always with sincerity; whose deed follows his word; … who appears well in any company; a man with whom hanor is sacred and virtue safe”, paints a good picture of “Willie Red”.

It’s also interesting to me that the type of man I most often like to bask with have inexplicably found themselves favored by a college professor at one point or another. I did not know about Bill’s relationship with your Dr. Gabbard. But, I can’t be surprised. Its likely along the same lines as my own with Dr. Pappas at Radford University.

I’m, and only just now, struck by a thought, that is possibly an inspiration… Deliver a hand-written note to Bill’s daughter Madison (via Jane of course). Tell her a story about Bill from his youth. But, make the best example of what a terrific gentleman he was, and how she should only allow for such a man in her own life one day. Bill had high standards. Lets work together to make sure Madison realizes those as well. So, regardless of your lost path with Bill, you can now help, in this small way, ensure his daughter walks the right one.

And, trust me, Mr. Waller… This will help you as well.”

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

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