A young friend of mine just recently lost his Father. As a girl who lost her Dad early in life I must say it's probably one of the hardest things ever. I feel that when terrible things like that happen in life you are given two choices: you can either deal with it and let it make you stronger in the end, or you can let it cripple you and use it as an excuse for doing nothing with the rest of your life.
I know that my friend will do just fine because he is smart and responsible and wants more for himself. I wish the same could be said for most. But that would make life to smooth and easy.
The worst part about losing anyone especially a parent is all the stuff they miss. My Daddy died suddenly when I was just 15 years old. He never got to see me drive, or graduate. He didn't get to walk me down the aisle and he'll never get to hold his granddaughter.
I used to pray and ask for one more hour with him, just enough time for us to say goodbye and how much we love each other. Now though I can't imagine asking for myself, I'd much rather have him spend that time meeting my husband and his awesome grand-baby.
They say time heals all wounds, and yes eventually the searing pain of loss does fade, but it is never truly "healed". It will sneak up on you in your vulnerable moments and put a new slice in your heart. In my 24 years I've lost a Father, two Grandfathers, and a Gam . Each one was very special to me in thier own ways, and I can't tell you how many times a day I hear around me reminding me of lessons they taught.
I know the ones we love never truly leave us but I can't tell you what I'd pay for one more hug, or to hear my Daddy tell me he's proud of me and what I've done. Now I'm crying...
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