I think I have hit a new level in mourning... Two days ago marked the 12th anniversary of my father's death. And I didn't even realize it until today when I read a blog about the importance of April 7th to this friend, and the date sounded familiar to me. After thinking about it for a few minutes I realized why. April 6th (though a VERY important day in the history of my church) was marked 12 years ago by the saddest day of my life...
And here I sit, and I am glad to see that April 6th no longer seems to hold that pain for me, yet I find myself a bit sad that it doesn't. I guess time does eventually heal all wounds, doesn't it? Just last week I was talking to a friend who has recently lost her father, and I was telling her that the pain will slowly ebb, it will get better, it will get easier, and as it gets easier, it is sad to look back and realize that it doesn't hurt as much. That, though you miss him, you are no longer in pain over the loss, or at least that the pain is lessened...
I didn't expect to prove my point so easily. But I guess that is life. It keeps going, and going.
I miss you Dad.
1 comments:
Time heals most wounds but some stay with us forever. I am sorry that you lost your father. That would be terrible. You are a good friend to your friend. Miss ya kid.
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