Sunday, June 27, 2010

Remembering Dad

My father died 5 years ago today, a little after 10am. I knew then that life will never be the same, and I have been right.

But that's not a bad thing. And it's not an entirely good thing either.

Life goes on. The pain of his death, for me, is gone. I have accepted it. Nevertheless, there is a feeling of missing that is neither painful nor comfortable, but something in between... a resolution that this is just the way life goes... chipping away at us day by day. Giving and taking.

I like the mountain tops much more than the valleys. But I have to admit I learn so much more in the valleys.


Anonymous said...

I understand your feelings. While my dad has been gone for a longer time, the stark reality that I am the end of the chain now is overpowering. It was always comforting to know I had someone to ask advice about. Realizing that I am now that person to my family is a heavy load sometimes. I miss just getting to talk.

Ateliê Ducci said...

Beautiful post David!