Tuesday, January 23, 2007
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A Fathers touch, A Daddy's kiss,A grieving Daughter, You're greatly missed.An empty house, An empty chair,A fathers love, No longer there.A broken heart, Tear filled eye,Another soul to fill the sky.Many memories in my mind,Some I laugh, Some I cry.
The times we shared, The laughs we had,Things I miss when I think of you Dad.Realizing that's all I have to hold on too,Only memories, Of what once was you.Missing your laugh, I will never again hear.That is the reality that fills me with so much fear.No more smile on your face,No more warmth of your embrace.
The last hug, The last kiss,The last "goodbye" leaves me with one last wish...To have you Dad, here today,Never to leave your Daughter this way.A Father's touch, A Daddy's kiss,A grieving Daughter, YOU'RE GREATLY MISSED!
Have you ever noticed the many mixed-up Emotions involved in grieving? On the one hand you feel restless.On the other hand. You feel likeYou don’t want to move at all.
You feel desperately alone,And yet you don’t want anyone around.You feel scatterbrained, forgetful,And yet, frantically meticulous.You feel like crying at nothing.And sometimes laughing at anything.Being in a crowd of people is fineAs long as they don’t talk to you.And yet, if they don’t talk to youYou feel as if nobody cares.
You want so desperately for someoneTo mention your loved one,To remember the life that was.And yet it can make you furious ifAll they want to talk about is the dead one,And never mention the living ones.Grief settles over you like a hot blanket.You’re as cold as the winter snow.Grief presses on you like a steam roller.
You’re floating in a bubble above yourself.Grief boxes you in on four sides and introduces youTo a pain no one should have to know.But then, once again, you begin to feel compassion.You relate to other people who have had An experience similar to your own.And eventually, with a light as sharp as a sunburst,You hear yourself saying your loved one’s nameWith an unfamiliar smile on your face.You remember some of the funny times,And feel laughter building in your throat.
One morning you notice the sun is shining,The flowers are bursting with the colors of spring.Three seasons have passed unnoticed.....And, somehow, you are still here.Even though your loved one is still there.You feel your heart swell with a love You never even knew could exist.And you find a place in your lifeFor something called,Peace.........?
And then, ever so gently, the memoriesEnfold you in a warmth as soothing asA cool shower on a hot summer day,So you find you want to remember.And tender memories of love lift youTo unreachable heights,To the brightest of stars,To the loveliest touch of your father.
1 comment:
Hi Cindy,
I visited the website you designed for your dad and i was most impressed with all the information and photos that were posted,your dad was definitely a very special man and one who's life made a big impression on other people.
The flowers in the garden were absolutely beautiful and i got a feeling of peace and tranquility just viewing the pictures that were posted there, a project like that takes a lot of time and work and you must have a great sense of pleasure sharing these moments with others like myself.
I am sending you a copy of a poem i relate to Jenny with and i hope it may give some comfort to you and your family.
Thanks again for letting me see the website.
Ian.
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