I hope all are patient, as I learn to maneuver properly.
Not so much a question, but a statement. I was involved in fundamentalism for many years, and heard, those that don't know Christ, don't know peace when it comes to death. I lost both my parents after I freed myself from the cage I was in.
I spent the evening with a friend, we both talked about losing our parents. She, still feels so much pain, she is liberal, but with Christian beliefs.
I came home and wrote about something that continues to make me feel good about my dad, his life. When I write it, people respond with, "I understand your pain."
I don't believe they understand, this is my comfort, I love who my dad was, people loved him. How can that leave me with pain. Anyway, this is my memory, that helps me deal with death. FYI.. I still talk to him daily..
Spending the evening with a friend, we have both lost parents, and spent time reflecting on our loss.
I typically look towards something positive with this loss, I am fortunate, with Daddy, it’s always so easy to find the positive.
With so much hate and division, I think continually back at a moment as my Dad lay dying in Hospice. I was privileged to be witness to a rare and genuine love.
Years ago, when Dad was still working, he became acquainted with a person that would become more then a dear friend. Willie, a former WW2 Nazi Soldier had moved with his Canadian wife to my home town. My Dad, a WW2 veteran and Willie became more then friends.
When I was sitting in Hospice with my Dad, Willie, an ex-Nazi soldier, leaned over my Dad, a WW2 American soldier, gave my Dad a gentle kiss on his forehead, and said, “goodbye my brother, I’ll always love you.”
That vision of love and respect lingers in my memories.
Willie gave the toast at Daddy’s wake, he doesn’t know this, but his love for my Dad makes my heart warm, and brings me to tears. These two wonderful men had a rare love and respect, something lacking in families and friends. I know I am fortunate to have this wonderful example of the essence of humanity and respect.
Your story touched me deeply, especially the part where Willie, the ex-Nazi solder leaned over your dad and gently kissed him on his forehead and said, "goodbye my brother". I couldn't help but shed a couple of tears. I can't say I had that kind of memory with either of my parents. my father was an alcoholic and my mother abandoned me along with the rest of my six siblings. I was never adopted, but I made it through life so far, and am doing well. I am happy for you that you have those sweet and fond memories.
Such a lovely story, thank you for sharing... I lost my mother a month ago today. I was with her the last few days, and I remember her saying how much she loved me and was proud of me, and I could also say to her how much I loved her and was grateful I was for her love and support and that she was my mom... We take for granted how precious our time is here and should never forget to tell the people we love how much we care about them.
Really beautiful sentiment. I'm in the middle of dealing with similar circumstances but before death. My mother is in the final stages of dementia and in an Alz unit in a home. My father is in his 80's and wants to see her daily, but it is just too exhausting for him. I go visit her to give him days off which he greatly appreciated. My older brother and sister won't go and visit her because it upsets them too much. I treasure the time helping mom and only hope to make her transition to the other side as easy on her as possible.
I do have an understanding of close loss.. My grandfather died when I was 16 he was like my father and I still look to him as the type of person I want to be. The hardest loss I think I have had to endure was the loss of my wife three years ago. Then last year another very close friend died suddenly of a brain anerism. Journaling did help for the first year after I lost my wife. I go back and read what I have written many times.