I Never Sang for My Father
It is coming up on one year since daddy went to be with G-d. There is nothing profound I can say to all the ones I know who are hurting and torn apart - or are grieving the loss of a loved one or of love itself… except to say I understand - in my own way - in my own world. I dig deeply into Scriptures for comfort - for Truth. I trust in the Truth of the Scriptures when I am flying ‘blind’. When nothing in my real world lines up - the Scriptures are still True to set my paths straight ~ to keep me flying level.
Loss is a great teacher, though a strict master. Very uplifiting are our animals, I take my dog for a run. GaZi, Picken and Alle are truly G-d’s gfits and teachers. . I look up at the deep blue sky and count the clouds floating in it. I admire the leaves turning red and gold.
Grief is one of the most difficult phases that we have to go through. The initial loss of a loved one is indescribable, but as time goes by and life gets back to normal, we have to figure out how to live it without them. It’s painful, and some days it seems like we’ll never get better. But sooner or later we do, and the timetable is different for everyone. But a time will come when we will be able to think of the lost loved without sadness. The thoughts will make us smile with wonderful memories.
My description of how the healing works is: At first, it feels like there is a hole in your heart where that person used to be. As the healing progresses, the hole remains, but its rough edges seem to become smoother. There will always be a place for them in your heart, but it just won’t hurt so much. Through the death of a loved one I have learned to treasure memories of them. I have learned to step into those memories and feel the love there.
We don’t leave them behind. They will live in our hearts and our memories. Through the stories we tell, we keep their spirit alive. Losing some one you love is often the hardest thing a person has to endure, but in some small way we grow with the knowledge of their lives. It’s okay to miss them, it’s okay to cry over pictures even as the years pass. What we feel in our hearts is the imprint of the life they shared with us.
Take comfort in God’s greatness, love and strength. Many people may criticize me for this. But those who knew torment and have survived from it a better person understand the comfort of knowing someone is there listening to you, someone who understands you, all those hurts you’re going through. Someone who doesn’t judge you or condemn you, just someone who loves you and trusts you that if you will only hang in there a minute more, you shall surely make it through.
It may be quite ironic, but I have found my greatest joy in the arms of my God in my darkest hour. I felt him hugging me, comforting me, crying with me. He didn’t just watch me. He didn’t scold me and reprimanded me to get up and be strong and stop being such a fool. He cried with me. He knew my pain and he claimed it as though it were His own.
There is no pill or any kind of painkiller that we can take to prevent us from feeling our hurts. We have to bear it head on and cling to the thought that things will definitely change for the better.
With God as our guidance, as our strength He will give us that. It is His gift to us we can either take t or throw it away. For life is too precious to throw away, we don’t want to waste it, we want to let our loss go. Where we can not wallow in our self-pity for it only brings us down. We can learn something from t, we can grow, we can take it as a challenge. Where we know that what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger Daddy used to say this one all the time :).
G-d invites us to walk with Him into each new day. Dad, I’ll “see you on the other side”.



















