Tuesday, March 11, 2008
My dear old Dad
It is 7 yrs ago today since my dad died..he also had cancer.Luckily he didnt suffer as much as James did but it was so heart breaking watching my father slowly slip away.All of the family was there holding him and loving him and I was playing his favourite jazz music.
There were some funny things that happened..my mother had told him "you better not die on my birthday" and he obliged her by dying the day before;)
The hospice staff taught me a lot and in retrospect,it prepared me for the time that would come when I had to take care of James with cancer.
My fathers death changed my life in many ways..it gave me wings.He gave me so much strength that I knew if I survived his death,I could survive anything.I said to him on one of our last days sitting in the sun together "I cant bear this,my heart is going to break" He said "no it wont,it will grow" and it did.
So today as I sit in New England,with spring coming and some joy returning to my heart,I celebrate the lives of the 2 men I have loved so much.I am not sad because they no longer suffer.Im filled with love,a love that they taught me.
posted by butterflies @ 6:19 AM
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What a wonderful way to remember.
Two good men taken from our presence, but not from our hearts.
I was at the cemetery a few weeks ago. I enjoyed a peaceful sit full of memories. Then of course, as it usually does in my world...mayhem broke out. But, what struck me most in the following days was just how at peace I was, sitting there. For the first time in many years, I was at peace....