A year. It’s hard to believe. My father, who had been so present in our lives, so loving vital and supportive, is no longer with us. In many ways this past year seems to have flown by like so many before and at the same time, seems to have ticked by as slowly as a clock on the last day of school. Event after event: birthdays, celebrations, family gatherings, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, anniversaries; all painfully ticked off as if counting days in prison. Each event holding so many memories and feelings of joy and sorrow.
In this past year, I, as I know many, have felt a hole in my life that Dad’s passing has left. I still find it hard to believe that when I turn into that driveway on Maine Street my
Dad won’t be at the door with his welcoming smile, open arms and that sparkle in his eye as he greeted us. The hole he left in my life is immense; yet, I now feel his presence with me like I have never before. Now, in times of sadness and strife, happiness and joy, I feel him right here with me. And while I will always miss his warm embracing hugs, his beautiful contagious smile, the joyful twinkle in his eyes, his unwavering support and love, his laughter, his voice, his compassion and wisdom, his eagerness to hear what is new in my life, where there is growth in my life and how Spirit has made Itself present in my life… an endless list that we all know when someone we love so deeply has departed, while I will always miss that part of him, I now feel him with me always. I know he is here guiding me, loving me and supporting me beyond ways he did while on this plane.
Yes, my father’s death has left a hole in my heart but in that opening, his presence has expanded, and when I look, I feel him as never before, always there, always loving, always eyes sparkling.
We miss you Dad.
Mark




