Well once again, it looks like it's been 4 months since I've written, which to some might seem like not that much time at all. The thing is, so much can happen in such a short time. Last time I was here it was my birthday. Since then there have been many birthdays.
My brother Albert had a birthday, then Mama and Daddy celebrated their 68th Anniversary. My son Luke, little sister Lynette, Josh, Patrick, Mama & Daddy, Bret, Ida all had birthdays. Then on August 11th something happened that changed everything.
I always thought I understood death, I was sure I knew everything there was to know about life and death and what I found out is that I didn't know much at all about it.
On August 11, 2014 we lost our dear Daddy. I seriously don't think my heart will ever be the same. Dad had just turned 92 and he and Mama had just had their 68th Anniversary. Mama said she knew Dad even before that, so I know that the ache I feel is probably nothing close to the ache in our Mother's heart. She tells me how lost she feels and how much she also misunderstood death.
Reading as much as I have about grief, I'm supposing we are all still in disbelief which I guess is "denial", which doesn't make sense really. Because I'm not denying it happened, I just can't believe that one minute you can be talking to a person and just an hour or so later, you will never talk to that person again, you won't see them, feel them, talk or hear them again.
My brother Albert had a birthday, then Mama and Daddy celebrated their 68th Anniversary. My son Luke, little sister Lynette, Josh, Patrick, Mama & Daddy, Bret, Ida all had birthdays. Then on August 11th something happened that changed everything.
I always thought I understood death, I was sure I knew everything there was to know about life and death and what I found out is that I didn't know much at all about it.
On August 11, 2014 we lost our dear Daddy. I seriously don't think my heart will ever be the same. Dad had just turned 92 and he and Mama had just had their 68th Anniversary. Mama said she knew Dad even before that, so I know that the ache I feel is probably nothing close to the ache in our Mother's heart. She tells me how lost she feels and how much she also misunderstood death.
Reading as much as I have about grief, I'm supposing we are all still in disbelief which I guess is "denial", which doesn't make sense really. Because I'm not denying it happened, I just can't believe that one minute you can be talking to a person and just an hour or so later, you will never talk to that person again, you won't see them, feel them, talk or hear them again.
Wrong date on this
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