Today marks the day that my dad died 21 years ago. Has it really been that long? Mostly I miss that he never met his grandchildren. After all, they wouldn't be here without him. It's amazing how life goes on - it really does go on. When I lost my nana two years ago I think that was even harder than losing my dad. Or maybe it's just that it has been so long since he died that it doesn't hurt the same way anymore.
I lost my grandpa almost 10 years ago, right after our daughter was born. I brought her to the hospital he was at and spent the afternoon with him. I was so happy that he had not only met, but held his great-granddaughter.
But, through all this sadness and loss comes light and happiness. Life does go on. Time does heal - no matter if you can't see it through the grief. It's being thankful for what we do have that keeps us going. Marion (my step mom) and my dads sisters and brothers are very much a part of my life and that is a blessing. And my cousins are my sisters. And the yes man's family is right in there with us too! We pull each other through tough times. And you should see our family get togethers! Fun times with lots and lots of laughter.
So today I am smiling and thinking how lucky I am. And I do believe that angels watch over us.
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