I was twelve years old when I got the news that my Father passed on. I was in a state of disbelief, numbed and confused. At his funeral, the tears fell like an April rain. Looking back, I’m amazed that so much time has passed since his death. I think there will always be a part of my life that’s unresolved, for even today, I still have the occasional moment of shedding a tear.
There are many life lessons and death is one of them. It cannot be avoided. It’s a fact of life. Unfortunately for my Father, his departure was just too soon. However, he made choices which shortened his potential here on Earth (although I am sometimes angered by the post-effects of Vietnam and its impact on families).
Eventually, I’ll leave the dreamy state of seeing my father’s smile, enjoying a walk together or talking about life in general. Yes, even today, I still wish the outcome was different, but life goes on. You learn to adapt, grow and prosper all on your own.
Despite my Father being gone, I am thankful for my Mom and her unwavering love. It just would have been great to have it from my Father as well. I often envy those with both of their parents. It seems like the greatest gift ever.