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.
way to go becca
ReplyDeletekeep 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