Monday, May 2, 2011

Letting Go

Twenty two years ago my dad got sick.
Twelve years ago my dad died.
About seven years ago with the help of a friend I hunted down his cremated remains at the funeral home.
This summer I am taking him to his final resting place.

I had a long time to deal with all that. Yet this last step hurts like hell. This last little piece of letting go is stinging. I don't know why, I am just paying attention to it.

I didn't see this coming.

Today I am grateful for the happy times we spent together.
May you be blessed by living in the moment.

1 comment:

  1. way to go becca
    keep living in the now and breathing
    no clue what this is like but i know you
    i have confidence you will overcome
    love you sister