When I sit and really let the thought settle that he has been gone for a quarter of my life it seems impossible. I still weep at the remembrance of walking into the hospital room 10 years ago to the realization that he was going to leave us. It was by far the most difficult thing I had faced in my 29 years of life. From time to time the pain and sadness return. I don't try to fight it as I feel it is just as necessary as the happy feelings of rememberance. I try to feel what comes and release it back into the energy of the world. I imagine myself wrapped in your love and that of the universe to which we share.
One of the bittersweet memories of that day was the final moments of my father's life. I guess if you have to pick a good way to die we did our best to achieve it. As we knew the end was coming we all gathered around the bed, the room was full of love, and we all sang. I believe some nurses and possibly the hospital chaplain was even included in this occasion. Each time I hear Amazing Grace and Kumbaya My Lord I am filled with some really strong emotions, as those were the last sounds my father heard. The amazing power that we created in that moment was awe inspiring. It was filled with love and energy. We were fortunate to be able to be all together at that moment.
Life is an amazing journey and one that I would not desire to change. Although it seemed unfair to lose my father, I realize everything happens as it should. Embracing the pain is just as important as celebrating the joy. It is all part of this crazy ride.
Dad- The feelings rush in strong at times and overwhelm my soul. I ache for one more moment to tell you all the things I have wanted to say and to share all the life moments that you have missed. Your spirit lives on within those that you loved so deeply. I see you in myself, my siblings and our children. Although these moments seem to be filled with sadness, I am often overwhelmed with love and joy with a memory of you. I am blessed to be your daughter, and I will forever hold you near.
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