Two years ago today at about this time in the evening, I walked quietly down the hall to the back door of the nursing home, my hand resting on my father's body as he was wheeled to the waiting hearse. It was a quiet, lonely and holy time I will never forget. I miss you, Dad.
posted by Jan at 8:51 PM
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Heart wrenching entry, though I understand what you mean by the "holiness" of the event. Being an oncology nurse, I've attended many deaths. It is an apt choice of words. I am so sorry for your loss.
Thinking about you, old friend.... sending my love to you and all three boys..... love, meg
Even though it has been 30 years since I lost my Dad and 11 yrs since I lost my Mom, I still miss them. Took me five years handling losing my Dad. Now, it has been 4 yrs since losing my Husband. My heart goes out to you. I am sure you have many wonderful memories of times spent with your Dad. I hope these memories make the loss a little easier to handle.
I came here from Annies blog.
Precious post. It has been said that we are not truly gone from this earth until there is no one here who remembers us. I find that comforting in a way....like my great-grandmother isn't "really gone" even now because I still remember her. Your father will live on in your memories, but the loss will always be there. It's been 35 years since I lost my mother and even now I have times when it still aches terribly. I think it always will.
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