I do know that at one time or another my dad had to go BUT it was the circumstances as to how and where he died - THAT is what I cannot accept and I am still so bitter about that! So I have so much to deal with and to try and get over - Trying hard as life IS so short and I know my Dad would have wanted me to get on with it BUT he was SO unhappy in the OAH and wanted to go home to my mom but he was not wanted there!!!!! Best I not talk about this as I just start digging it all up again as it is I can hardly see what I am typing now!
For all the Hugs
Just wanted to Thank you ALL so very much for being here for me - it made such a difference to me as I am going thru so much at the moment!! God Bless You ALL from the very bottom of my Soul!!!
Take care!
There is a grieving process to go through, there is a time to cry, a time to be sad, a time to be angry, a time to ask WHY? Why do we have to die? Why does it hurt so much? Why can't I have just one more hug, one more conversation, one more smile? When will the hurting end? The time it takes to go through all this varies with each individual person and I truly believe you should let your grief take its course. When you want to cry, cry. When you want to scream, scream. When you want to throw a tantrum, throw one. But set yourself a limit on the time you will do these things, it will overcome you, so let it, but after your set time, 10 minutes, 30 minutes, an hour, whatever time you have decided on, Stop yourself and take the same amount of time to think of some good memories, times when you laughed together, times of special shared moments. Eventually, in about thirty years the tears and tantrums will stop and you'll think of all those memories you recalled and a special smile will come to your face and a special warmth will fill your heart and you'll realise it doesn't hurt quite so much as it once did. Take comfort, small as it is, that you are not alone. We all have to face this reality, sooner or later, so we feel your suffering and we are all here for you. Loving hugs and roses, Meganne
Here is a poem titled "My Father" that is posted on my computer. Hope you like it.
My Father
God blessed me with a father
Who meant all the world to me,
And oh how I admired him…
For all he tried to be.
This father was so special,
Likewise so kind and true.
He loved the world around him,
And his friends were many, too.
He cared for all about him
In his kind and gentle way,
And then when days grew darker,
He gave up and went away.
He’s gone to meet his maker,
This father, oh so dear.
And somewhere in the yonder
He must know no pain or tear.
He’s taught me so many lessons,
This father, dear of mine.
Gone-but not forgotten
Within my heart and mind.
That is such a beautiful poem. It's healing for all of us who have lost our fathers. Thank-you!
Hugs and prayers,
Barb