When we lose
someone we love sometimes it's hard to understand why. I thought about this
poignantly when Joan Rivers passed away. I thought to myself how hard it must
be when you lose a parent you love so much. That was a
Thursday, my father died on Friday.
I was
shocked. I was hurt. Here I was thrown into grief and not really knowing how to
deal with it. I usually find myself on
the other side, giving hugs, condolences, and tuna casseroles. But here I am
dealing with emotions that volley between sadness and anger. I heard myself
saying why, why, why, literally becoming a broken record of grief. I cried for all the times we had, and the
times we didn't.
The finality
of his death hasn't really hit me yet. I keep replaying our conversation over
lunch about his upcoming retirement, and spending more time with his
granddaughter. What saddens me the most is that for her memories of her
"Pepaw" will consist of family stories and well-worn photos.
There was a
time for a few years when we didn't speak, me caught up in my “absentee dad”
history and him with his guilt.
As I got
older I realized how much I missed him, and when we reconnected we were
stronger than ever. He was present for every
event, every party, and the first person to visit me at the hospital after
my daughter was born.
As I deal
with the loss of my father I find that it is my two year old who has taught me
the best lessons on handling grief. It
is she who saves me from sadness with her frequent dance party requests. Times I want to
lay down she pulls me up, wanting me to read Green Eggs and Ham...again. And
when we're on the couch watching “Finding Nemo”for the millionth time, she
hugs me close and I hug her back, hard.
Because one
day it won't hurt so much and while we wait we must be like Nemo himself, and
just keep swimming.
Keep Swimming and remember the good times you did have. Look on the positive light he played in your life.
ReplyDeleteWarm hugs and prayers for you Caprece. It's so amazing how your baby can be your rock, your strength and your comfort! She will always hug you tight and pull you up. They do for us exactly what we do for them :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so MJ, they are indeed our little angels. :)
Deleteaww damn, now you have me at work about to start crying! Hugs to you!! This was a great post!
ReplyDeletexo,
Lisa
Awww, thank you so much Lisa XO
DeleteIsn't amazing what these little beings can do for us? My daughter was 9 months when my Father passed, and I was away when it happened. My mom and my dad were keeping her while we were away. The only thing that kept my mind off of his passing was her keeping me busy. Kids are wonderful tools for healing.
ReplyDeleteAren't they? Just her hugs are instantly calming. Being a mom is hard work, but it's been the best thing that I've ever had.
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