A friend left me a message today. She wanted to let me know that she was thinking of me on the anniversary of my dad’s death. Do you know that I almost had forgotten? I didn’t make mention of it when I saw my mom today and neither did she. Some things we don’t talk about.
When you lose a parent, it’s never easy. It doesn’t matter if that parent was sick or died out of the blue. It doesn’t matter if you were close or if you hadn’t spoken in years. You still lost the person that brought you into this world. They will never be in this life again.
Like many adults, I was given a new perspective of what parenthood is when I had children of my own. When you become a parent, you may carry on traditions that you cherished as a child. Or, you may swear that you will never make the same mistakes your parents made. Most of all, you realize that the love you can feel for another human being can be so strong that you want give all of yourself for them — for that baby of yours. You’d give your life.
I got online this evening to look for a poem on parenthood. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for. I thought a nice poem may serve as my post for this evening. As soon as I landed on the site “Where The Butterflies Go,” I was drawn in. What a beautiful name. The first poem I read When I finally make starlight had to be the poem I chose to share. Thank you to the author, Heather Grace Stewart, for finding the words that few of us have. And, thank you to my friend for keeping me in her thoughts.
- Dear Dad – Poem in Memoriam (via Neal’s Perspective Through 21 Years in Business…) (johndierckx.wordpress.com)
- In loving memory (haylz22.wordpress.com)