The last picture of me and my father together, taken about two years before his death.It was on this very day, a number of years ago, that I lost one of the most important persons in my life: my father. After 4 months in the intensive care unit is an excellent Dallas hospital, he passed away only 12 hours after the doctors, in conference with the family, had given up all hope.
Some people say time heals everything. No. You become accustomed to the grief and pain. And you remember the persons who modeled God's unconditional love to you, who never left you even when you were not thankful for their love.
So now I visit the cemetary and see my future grave two spaces removed from my father's, and, in the midst of bottomless grief and disbelief, slowly learn that true love, as Solomon (in the Old Testament) said, is stronger than death.
Please join me in thanking the creator for the time I had with my father in this life.
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I know you miss him, Mark. I hope you find comfort today while away from your family.
This is the most beautiful post you've ever written. My thoughts are with you.
Thinking of you as you reflect back ... both my folks are gone now, so I know exactly how you feel. The passage of years never means you stop missing them ...
It is also a good reminder to those of us who still have our fathers to appreciate them. Sorry for your loss.
You'll always miss him; he was a very significant person and I'm glad you had such a great man for a father. Prayers for your grief.
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