In a moment in time
my life changed forever
in a moment in time
we would never be together
in a moment of time
my whole world fell apart
never knowing this break of the heart
I was so blessed and didn't even know
or understand how this goes
To loose a parent
in a moment in time
my whole world changed
I have your eyes and your long legs too
My father wasn't like any other dads I knew
He loved me so much and guided me through
He taught me some many things and learned them all
from being skinny, had a hip problem and I am very tall
i get that from him, my gorgeous long legs
and many more lessons including ketchup and eggs
Since I was three I remember sitting on your knee
I have so many memories of you and I,
business trips and taking the red eye
first class seats and we traveled with lots to see
i had so much fun and it was just you and Me
My broken heart, I miss you so
why did u have to go?
before you passed, you said I'm staying right here
now, I just look at your picture and say oh dear
To The Distant Shore of Lake Grief
#8… After observing a fisherman launch a second stick of dynamite into the lake, the game warden started his engine and shot across the water to make the arrest. “He yelled on his bullhorn, “Stay where you are. I am a conservation officer, and you are under arrest.”
I've been thinking about this idea a lot this week – ‘give yourself permission to grieve/feel/be ok/be not ok.’ It is a very therapist-y thing to say and it is definitely something that I have told clients. With all things we tell clients, most social workers know that it is easier said than done.
I have always been my fathers daughter and as well best friends, I was his mini me. My father lost his father at age 19 from a bad heart. My father was an amazing man. Everyone who knew him loved him, a classy guy, but honest n real.
You were not meant to save me
I wasn’t meant to stay
So please stop blaming yourself
Since I have gone away
My time on Earth was over
There’s something you should know
My soul had reached its Growth there
It was my time to go
Don’t cry for all the Could Have’s
The What If’s and If Only
Let go of all the guilt you hold
I had seven years to mentally prepare myself for my father’s death. Seven years of battling cancer and its horrific aftermath. Four years of watching my father struggle with severe dysphagia while surviving on a Peg Tube. Four years of singing “Happy Birthday”, blowing out candles only to take the cake away from him.
Life was moving along at an incredible pace.
