One year ago today my dad passed away. The sum of painful breaths and shed tears reaches across four seasons, yet the memory remains just as raw. A loop plays in my mind of each excruciating detail leading up to, during and after that day. Now time is measured in befores and afters instead of days and weeks. Even as I write this I am compelled to paint a precise picture of the event. Then I remind myself that the memory of my father lies in all the moments leading up to that fateful day. Dwelling on August 26, 2010 brings no solace, nor would my dad wish me to do this.
Left with no choice, I must view the last year as a prelude to the next chapter of my life. Although this was not my intended path, I can trust in the support of family and friends, while allowing my dad's spirit to guide me. So I will close with an abundance of unsaid words and embark on a pursuit of understanding that will take my lifetime. While my certainty is compromised, I know this for sure; Dad, I love you!
~ William Shakespeare.
Oh, I'm so sorry for the pain you are feeling. I am so blessed to still have both my parents - both in their late 70's and doing great. I can't imagine my life without them - I still rely on them so much. I hope you will find comfort in God's presence - He is with you.
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