Thank you, Anna. He died Nov. 5th, 1989, but it still stings. he was a man of few words but the parent I knew loved me. I was his first child and his only daughter. A special bond though I didn’t realize this until his death.
My mother was so easy to love. I loved my father too, but more remotely, for as kind as he was, he had little words too.
It is my everlasting regret, my everlasting guilt that I did not tell him I loved him whilst he was in the process of dying, but I didn’t realise he was.
Although I don’t believe in the concept of Heaven myself, I do so hope, for him, that it exists for he truly deserves to be there.
Often, when seeing the great expanse of a clear sky at dusk, I picture him in the Heavens offering me forgiveness.
I learned from this experience (of words unsaid) and those I love know this very well.
Anna…how beautifully you write of your dear father. I also didn’t tell my father when he died because it was so sudden. But love and forgiveness is a river if we are ready to step in. Thank you for this. With love, Jane