A year ago today my father passed away after a long battle with cancer.
Fucking cancer.
Beautiful things have happened since then. Things he’s missed from our perspective — but I trust he’s seen from a better angle. Milestones and victories. Adventures and daring deeds. More often than not, simply the daily grind.
I remember him in this dug up post from 2013 — a musical message from him, and my response.
I miss him, but I encounter him in every corner of my life, especially if there’s music. Especially if there’s percussion. Where there’s a beat, a heartbeat, there he is.
i understand – I lost my dad in 2009 and I still struggle to come to grips with it, the pain of loss has lessened but I miss him, we kiss him. Last summer, we lost my father in law and both my wife and I have struggled with it – there isn’t a day we don’t feel his presence and influence on our lives. Peace.
Thank you for sharing that. There’s some consolation in this shared experience –strange but true. God bless you and yours.