3rd death anniversary of my father
It has been 2 years today since my dear father returned to his Creator. Two years. For some, that's a long time. For me, that's short. It's like it's just been one year. I have also noticed this past year that 2015 flew by me, and I often thought this year, "It hasn't been that long, has it?"
I started thinking about death in the last 2 years. When I was 24, I didn't dwell on the fact that my father was already dying. My father's sudden death was a blow. I can deal with it, can talk about it, but I will always be left with the question, "Why?"
Periodically that question comes up again. I know then that I will not get an answer to that until after I die. In heaven I will tickle my father awake on Sunday mornings....
I look back on the life I had thanks in part to my father. I could frolic nicely with him, and even as a 24-year-old I still just crawled on his lap, feeling like a child again.
Sometimes you miss muscular arms, which I marveled at so much as a child. And also that my father lifted me to my bed.
You have loved me. I have loved you.
You have made me angry. I have angered thee.
You have forgiven me. I have forgiven you.
We were a good team together.
Working in the garden together, playing with the pond.
Walking together, oh how I enjoyed that.
We were two friends through thick and thin.
We could frolic, laugh and cuddle together.
We were like two hands in one.
You knew everything. At least I thought I did.
You were there for me when I needed it.
You were there for me and others.
I want to let you know, I have always loved you.
That I love you, and will love you.
And that I love you from beyond death.