A few days have gone by since the passing of my father and the family celebration of his life. It has been a time of sadness and joy mixed with not believing it happened at all. I relished the afternoon with my family, we hugged and cried but mostly we laughed. We spent time getting to know each other again and remembering times when my Dad was present. It was a perfect day for my father and I am quite positive he is happy with the outcome.
Death is not something anyone is ready for, we don't really prepare for it yet we know it is looming in the back of us, ready to tap us on the shoulder. When it is time, there will be no easy words or sermon to preach over the grave. I can attest to you that hugs from your family and your loved ones makes the transition a little easier. Within the hugs there seems to be some strength that is transferred to the wounded and a small light of warmth glows and somehow you feel better. Loved.
I can say mourning had its place in time, my Dad had the right idea, a celebration to the life he lived and lived well.
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