Wednesday, September 26, 2012
52 year ago this past September, my father bought a present for my mother celebrating the day I was born. It was a heart shaped charm for her charm bracelet. I now wear it around my neck, in memory of their love.
We go through our lives knowing that at some point we will bury our parents. But when faced with this reality it hits us like an avalanche. But it also gives us pause. A major life milestone allows us to review and examine our lives, where we have been and where we want to go.
Psychologists say it takes a good year to fully recover from the loss of a loved one. I know many who never get over the passing of a parent, you simply learn to live with that void in your life.
I do like to think that there had to be some meaning in my father's passing. Perhaps the boys needed another guardian angel in heaven. Somewhere, there at God's elbow, my father is whispering how my children need special care, guidance and support. I told my mother that that is the only reason I can think of why my father died so young. There is no other rational reason.
A Righteous Man...My Father
The Jewish Days of Awe, Death of a Parent, and a Conundrum of Conscience
Qi en Pace,