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Becca's Chava Chat

Ah…Han, what’s not to love? The originalSpace Pirate and the smoothest scoundrel to ever skirt-by the Maw black hole cluster, making the Kessel Run in less than twelve parsecs.   Yeah, it doesn’t get much better than that. Oh, let’s not forget his awesome ride, the Millennium Falcon. Sure, it dates back to the decades before the Clone Wars and the rise of the Empire, but she is (was?) the fastest hunk of junk in the galaxy! Of course, this so called mantel is yet to be determined with the Ghost ship so close on the horizon.  Quite possibly, the Falcon might just meet her match, but that’s a topic for another day. Move along, move along

“Kid, I’ve flown from one side of this galaxy to the other. I’ve seen a lot of strange stuff, but I’ve never seen anything to make me believe there’s one all-powerful force controlling everything. There’s no mystical energy field that controls my destiny.”-Han Solo (ANH)

 

The Scoundrel

“The Scoundrel”-by Steve Anderson

What an interesting perspective on life or a generalization of such. Still the man has skill, a genuine knack for storytelling, a talent to schmooze his audience. Much like that of my own father, in fact, his handle (the old radio waves, before cell phones, better known as “C B radio”) was “The Storyteller.” My Dad, ‘til this very day, can talk his way out of almost every jam he gets himself into.

This is truly a craft that cannot be taught, it’s inborn. Han had his moments, yes, not many of them, but he had them.  Even if the story can’t fix the entire problem or sticky situation, there’s always the next best thing, the power of stalling. Anyone wanna take a guess at how many times Han successfully stalled the Imperials while in a crunch?  Roughly around … 725 to 1. I know, never tell me the odds.

Getting back to my Dad, by the way, his name is Jim. He’s quite the character; charming, charismatic, animated, generous, and deep down, he is sweet. And up until recently, I really never noticed how much he reminded me of the dashing, yet arrogant, Corellian smuggler. Sometimes the stars don’t align as quickly as we’d like, sometimes, it takes many moons to reveal the connection.  As they say, good things come to those who wait.

So my moment of awakening, truth be told, wasn’t under the best of circumstances. A few days after my birthday, I was sitting in the kitchen with one of my daughters and my phone rings. As I answer it, my Mom casually says, “Dad’s in the hospital.” Ok, let me pause here. You see, my Dad doesn’t just go to the hospital, it’s not his character. No sir. Eight years ago, (approximately) my Dad suffered a heart attack and he literally D R O V E himself to the hospital, but not before dropping my Mom off at work. Yeah, who’s the more foolish now? He’s so lucky I love him and yes, I jest.

Needless to say, we made our way to the hospital. Yes, my number two child (both literally and figuratively speaking.  Megen is my second born and her softball uniform bears tribute to Yankee ball player, Derek Jeter #2) felt compelled to keep me company. Once reaching our destination, (cell block 22, umm … E.R. room #22) I instructed my child to peek her cute little face inside before storming in myself.

Seeing his granddaughter peer around the curtain, seemed to lift his spirits as he flashed his usual crooked, chirpy grin and responded with, “I’m fine. Everything’s fine. How are you?”  That was my “Ah ha!” moment. All the displaced pieces of my own personal, missing holocron just came together and united the galaxy.

That’s how it felt, BAM! It was as if I had heard, “We’re fine. We’re all fine here now, thank you. How are you?”  All I could do was go to my Daddy’s bedside, wrap my arms around his shoulders, kiss his cheek, and say, “I love you.” He just continued to smile (casually, as if we were visiting over coffee or something) looking straight ahead at my daughter. Of course, he felt we were wasting our time and shouldn’t have made so much trouble over him. Anyways, Mr. and Mrs. Solo (my parents) are home and doing well.

Since then, I’ve had some time to collect my thoughts and connect the dots between the two (my Dad and Han). As I reminisced over my parents stories of how they met, I realized my Dad chased my Mom just as persistently as Han pursued Leia. When they first met, my Mom couldn’t stand him. She says he was crude, stuck-up, and had a dirty mouth (that cracks me up to this day). One time, she poured hot chocolate on his lap because he told her a naughty joke. My Mom prides herself by saying, “I was a good girl and I wasn’t gonna take that crap.” Thank the Maker my Daddy never gave up the chase and stayed on target. Honestly, they’re really the best couple ever and I cherish them whole heartedly.

jim and jane

[My parents, circa 1970’s]

“Love, like a flame is alive and it breathes.”-Becca Benjamin

*I dedicate this blog to my Dad. You’ll always be my Hero, my Rock, and my Han Solo. I love you, Dad … Always and forever, your little 7/7 (Highball).*

As always, feel free to comment or contact me at beccab@coffeewithkenobi.com

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9 Comments

  1. pambruchwalski
    August 22, 2014 at 15:08 Reply

    So glad your dad is OK, Becca!

    Everybody needs a little Han Solo in her life. Well…OK, so in my case I see the Darth Vader in my life, but you get the idea!

  2. Erica
    August 23, 2014 at 13:31 Reply

    You would not believe how many times I started reading this entry only to get interrupted over and over and over. I’m glad I stayed on target and finally finished. How amazing it would be to recognize the similarities between your father and Han! I am so glad that he is home safe and sound.

    Thanks for another great entry, and I loved the artwork by Steve Anderson!

  3. Melinda
    August 24, 2014 at 08:14 Reply

    I’ll be back to respond in more detail, Becca, but I just had to say — quickly — how beautifully written this blog of yours was. 🙂 Sentimental. Touching. Splendid.

    Thank you for sharing this lovely tribute to your dad with us. 🙂 It was an honor to read this. A wonderful way to start a Sunday morning. 🙂

    Be back later. Until then — MTFBWY 🙂

  4. Melinda
    August 25, 2014 at 08:17 Reply

    I’m back. 🙂 (and in shorter time than usual lol)

    I reread your blog, Becca, and I was just as touched the second time around. What a wonderful tale.

    Your dad does indeed sound like quite the character — and an amazing individual to boot. 🙂 I am glad he’s home, doing well, and enjoying life. May he be around for a long, long time to spread his “Han Solo-ishness”. 🙂

    Loved the story of your dad’s and mom’s courtship. 🙂 There are times when persistence pays off. 😉 (reminds me of my own parents’ meeting — a wrong connection … not a wrong number, but just connecting with the wrong individual … is what ultimately brought my own mom and dad together. Isn’t it funny how life’s little twists sometimes can have wonderful results? 🙂 )

    My best to you and your family. Until next time —

    MTFBWY 🙂

  5. Melinda
    August 25, 2014 at 08:19 Reply

    By the way, that is a beautiful rendition of Han you chose as one of the illustrations for your blog. In fact, Steve A’s “The Scoundrel” is my favorite depiction of the captain of the “Millennium Falcon”. 🙂

  6. Becca Benjamin
    August 25, 2014 at 09:13 Reply

    Thanks, Pam! So am I 🙂
    Parents do have a way with scaring us half to death, no different from our children 😉

    xo Pam!

  7. Becca Benjamin
    August 25, 2014 at 09:15 Reply

    Thanks, Erica! No worries on the interruptions, trust me, I totally get it 🙂
    BTW, you are your little peanut did a splendid job with your recent challenge 😉

  8. Becca Benjamin
    August 25, 2014 at 09:17 Reply

    Thanks, Melinda! I truly appreciate that, really.
    I must say, I was totally skeptic on putting this much of “Me” out there (or here, whichever the case may be.).
    Diversity is a good thing, I hope and … just never sure how the reader is going to take to someone else’s personal experiences.

    Thanks again, I appreciate your on-going support 🙂

  9. Jay Krebs
    September 6, 2014 at 14:48 Reply

    I feel so bad that I haven’t been able to take the time to comment until now!

    No wonder you’re so drawn to Han as a character! It’s always fascinating to me how these roles get under the blanket of our psyche and snuggle right in.

    SO glad your Dad is ok. Hopefully by the time this is posted, he’s doing even better!

    I lost my dad back in 1998. Waaaaaaay before his time, if you ask me. He had a beautiful mind. Always reminded me of Mr. Spock.

    Thanks for sharing this personal side of you!

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