I feel your sadness at remembering the passing of your dad. It’s never and easy thing. It’s always a mix of emotions. I always go to the good memories of my mom when I get to missing her. Those last days before she left us are not easy ones to dwell on, since I was the one who stayed with her around the clock those last 4 days. I had said good bye to who she really was as a person many months prior to her passing so when her time came, it was mostly relief I felt. Relief for her that she was at peace now and not suffering the loss of her dignity and who she was as a person any longer. That was the hardest thing for me to watch all those months (years, actually).
I know you have many good memories of your times with your dad. I hope it’s those memories that sustain you when you get to reminiscing.
Hugs!
I remember the relief, and I know Mom felt it, too. Relief that Dad was no longer suffering like he had, but also relief that so much stress was then off of us. I know we felt guilty for that relief, but there it was. And everyone feels it. You can’t not feel it. I cherish the times I had him, and the times I had them all. If the books I’ve been writing are any indication of what could be possible after we pass, then I know I will see them again.
I feel your sadness at remembering the passing of your dad. It’s never and easy thing. It’s always a mix of emotions. I always go to the good memories of my mom when I get to missing her. Those last days before she left us are not easy ones to dwell on, since I was the one who stayed with her around the clock those last 4 days. I had said good bye to who she really was as a person many months prior to her passing so when her time came, it was mostly relief I felt. Relief for her that she was at peace now and not suffering the loss of her dignity and who she was as a person any longer. That was the hardest thing for me to watch all those months (years, actually).
I know you have many good memories of your times with your dad. I hope it’s those memories that sustain you when you get to reminiscing.
Hugs!
I remember the relief, and I know Mom felt it, too. Relief that Dad was no longer suffering like he had, but also relief that so much stress was then off of us. I know we felt guilty for that relief, but there it was. And everyone feels it. You can’t not feel it. I cherish the times I had him, and the times I had them all. If the books I’ve been writing are any indication of what could be possible after we pass, then I know I will see them again.