My father died... and I miss him
On Sunday night of april the 26th my father died.
He had cancer, so his death stopped his suffering.
But I still miss him...
Finding comfort
I'm finding comfort in my daily runs, and this beautiful poem that's widely attributed to Mary Elizabeth Frye:
'Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there,I do not sleep.I am a thousand winds that blow.I am the diamond glints on the snow.I am the sunlight on ripened grain;.I am the gentle autumn's rain.When you awaken in the morning's hush,I am the swift uplifting rushOf quiet birds in circled flight.I am the soft star that shines at night.Do not stand at my grave and cry.I am not there.'
Sending you healing prayers. It is so hard losing a love one. The poem you cited is beautiful and I am glad that it and running are giving you some comfort. May each day ahead be a little lighter for you as you walk through the journey of grief. Hugs, Suzanne.
My condolences to you and your family.
I am sorry to hear of your loss. No matter the circumstances, it is never easy losing a parent. Even if it's an end to suffering, we miss them. Of course, your father lives on in you, not just biologically, but in all the ways he shaped your life and who you are today. May you be comforted by his continuing presence. May you be well supported and surrounded by love in this most challenging time.