I sit here and wait… wait for the day. Thursday December 18th will be two years… Two years my since my father passed on… went home. The first year was the hardest I find… as time passed I learned to look at life and death differently. My views have changed, in part of his death and in part of what I see after his passing…
On Sunday I went to the cemetery… our family gathered for a memorial. During this time there was a prayer said… as I looked around all heads were bowed… jackets pulled tight, guarding … protecting from the cold… gazes sorrowful, melancholy heavy in the air… the air carried bitter cold and sadness… and then, then it happened… what I have been praying for… my sign… and I do believe it was… I felt warmth and my thoughts turned to him… for a moment the seemingly overcast winter sky opened up… the sun shone brightly… I felt warm… I felt light… I looked around to see if anyone else felt the same… but alas… they missed my joy… one day they shall know what I know… believe what I believe… one day…
So today I say live and be thankful… live in the memories of those who passed… live with the knowledge of the memories we form today, with our loved ones… live with them and take thanks and know you are blessed with each and every moment… live with the feelings of wonder and uncertainty… for the uncertainty is life… so live with life…
I shall always miss my father… I shall shed many more tears when milestones arrive, when I need his guidance… when I miss his presence… I shall weep for his passing, yet from now on they are my selfish tears… for I know now that he is here and he is always watching… I feel his love in me… the same love he shared with us… I shall share…
My father loved me and my sisters… my nephew… and he would have loved my newest nephew… And we loved him. Life was hard for him and through it all he had always the greatest appreciation for it. I wish I had half the strength to live as he did, I wish I had half of the passion he had, I wish I had more time…
Dedication to my father
I know life had been hard on you
If I could have had just one wish
I would have carried your burden
Now I could only wish…
I could see your face again
Look upon your sad eyes
See your empty gaze
Hold your cold hands
Things haven’t been the same
When you left, you took the part of my soul that belonged to you
It took too long for me to understand
What we all belong to is something else
We belong to Life
Not the other way around.
Until we meet again…I love you daddy
These I wrote in dedication to my father
Journals Of Enreal 