My Friends...
Today, on the 3rd anniversary of my father’s death, I’ve been
spending some time thinking about him, going back and re-reading what I
wrote and expressed when the memories of his passing were still fresh…
the comfort, as well as the pain.
Although I can still feel the loss, it’s a little easier now.
Actually, it’s somewhat comforting (in an odd way) to read through what
I wrote at the time of his death from my current perspective. I can
look back on the events now, sans the veil of pain that was so
ever-present then, and see the precious gifts I was given in his last
few days with us on earth.
As I was going through all that I had written during the time
surrounding my dad’s death, I found the following “piece” (for lack of
a better term) , written on 7/29/06 - a few weeks after my dad’s death…
memories of the last few days… capturing a deeper insight into what
this song meant to me at the time.
I remember writing the piece below, prompted by a strong desire to
capture the events and my thoughts on those final days while they were
so fresh and present in my mind and heart… instinctively knowing the
memories would become less clear with time and distance from the pain,
but also knowing they were so important to preserve. I am so grateful
for this burst of foresight.
Writing this left me a bit raw and I only shared this with a few people close to me at the time.
Today, 3 years later, enough time has passed and I’m in a better place with it. I feel I can share it with you all now.
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