For the most part we are moving on with our lives here at The Manor. With the exception of my bout of panic attacks in March and April, I am really coping quite well with day to day life. But then I read something like this and the tears hit and I just miss him that much more. In so many ways my father still seems so very much alive to me. My acupuncturist recently hit it right on the head when she told me that he’s still here but that my relationship with him has just changed, if anything he is nearer and dearer.
I’ve been thinking so much about Ann’s loss. She watched her daughter pass away for such a long time. I can’t imagine that sort of lingering pain. My thoughts and love are with her. I think of Ann and how she will be in a month, next fall, next spring. And I hope she will heal.
So what is my point? Hell, I don’t know. I look outside and the snow has melted and warmth is coming. I look inside and see that we are adjusting and learning to function again. We have each other. We have today. And that’s all we can really ask for.
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So true. We have today. But it is very very hard to forget about yesterday without being sort of sad.
I send you hugs.
What wonderful memories you have of your father. The good he did will live on long after all of us are gone.
We’re coping, one day (and sometimes one minute) at a time.
Next month or next year? I simply don’t know.
My thoughts and love are with you as well.
Ann