So many of the things we have gone through have sparked memories, some happy and some sad, but all precious as they tell the story of two people I have known well over half my life. What a void they have left with their passing. We never know when we have heard those we love speak for the last time until it is too late.
I alternate between delight and guilt, often feeling them together, as I haul load after load of things I need or want home from mom and dad's place. They can't use them now and it's better than things going to the hands of strangers, but it still feels wrong, like pillaging sacred memories.
I keep returning to the thought of finding a way to mitigate these feelings for my sons when I pass, but I know that's not possible. Where there is love there is always pain with loss but if there was just some way to make it less. People tell you, they try to warn you, but you can never know until you feel it. I look in their eyes and feel such a dread for that day for them. I keep my silence.
Beautiful and mournful words. Who knew that loosing parents was such a long and difficult goodbye? It’s starts long before they take their last breath and continues for long after. I pray this weekend goes as smoothly as possible. Love.
So many of the things we have gone through have sparked memories, some happy and some sad, but all precious as they tell the story of two people I have known well over half my life. What a void they have left with their passing. We never know when we have heard those we love speak for the last time until it is too late.
I alternate between delight and guilt, often feeling them together, as I haul load after load of things I need or want home from mom and dad's place. They can't use them now and it's better than things going to the hands of strangers, but it still feels wrong, like pillaging sacred memories.
I keep returning to the thought of finding a way to mitigate these feelings for my sons when I pass, but I know that's not possible. Where there is love there is always pain with loss but if there was just some way to make it less. People tell you, they try to warn you, but you can never know until you feel it. I look in their eyes and feel such a dread for that day for them. I keep my silence.
Beautiful and mournful words. Who knew that loosing parents was such a long and difficult goodbye? It’s starts long before they take their last breath and continues for long after. I pray this weekend goes as smoothly as possible. Love.
Praying
What a wonderful tribute. I have been where you are and I know how to pray for you and Bruce this weekend.