Three years
Jun. 2nd, 2008 07:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Yesterday was the third anniversary of my father's death. I can't believe it's been three years already. So much has changed in those three years, it's amazing.
It's so surreal to think that three years ago, my brother and I were looking through a catalog of coffins to find one to bury my father in. A catalog. More like a binder, really. The funeral home director is a family friend and she was extra nice about everything, but it was still the most bizarre and surreal experience ever, trying to find a casket that would suit my father's taste and personality, even though he was dead.
Sometimes I still get the urge to call him. He hasn't been listed in my cell phone for a really long time, but the idea just comes to me out of nowhere sometimes, which makes sense because I tended to call him at random about this or that.
I still can't believe he will never ever ever get to spend time with my daughter.
It's so surreal to think that three years ago, my brother and I were looking through a catalog of coffins to find one to bury my father in. A catalog. More like a binder, really. The funeral home director is a family friend and she was extra nice about everything, but it was still the most bizarre and surreal experience ever, trying to find a casket that would suit my father's taste and personality, even though he was dead.
Sometimes I still get the urge to call him. He hasn't been listed in my cell phone for a really long time, but the idea just comes to me out of nowhere sometimes, which makes sense because I tended to call him at random about this or that.
I still can't believe he will never ever ever get to spend time with my daughter.
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Date: 2008-06-02 11:54 pm (UTC)Believe me, you have my sympathy, and if you want it, my faith. Loved ones I've lost live strong in me, and it gives me comfort the vast majority of the time. Better yet, all the bad things tend to go away over time, leaving a gentle and comforting residue. Sadness can also be a form of strength.
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Date: 2008-06-03 01:38 am (UTC)And your love for him will what she knows.
I am so sorry.......I wish there was a way to make this sort of thing easier - but I know there isn't.
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Date: 2008-06-03 03:30 am (UTC)HUGHUG! Love you.
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Date: 2008-06-03 04:11 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2008-06-03 01:20 pm (UTC)It never goes away, hon...the pain just dissolves faster.
i hear you.
Date: 2008-06-03 02:22 pm (UTC)time can help, but it doesn't make it all better.
but hey, we can get all morbidly humorous next Friday. :)
Lyssa
(I try to keep up on the blog, but realisticly? not as much as I would like. :)
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