of my Dad.
He died a year ago today. Much healing, sadness, confusion and yet understanding has taken place in the last year. Some days I can't believe he is gone and some days it seems like he has been gone for so long. What I wouldn't give to see him, touch him, hear him. I feel like I have been in limbo at times because I couldn't find my way. I had to figure out that this loss was not temporary. In the back of my mind I was just trying to hold it together long enough for something to give. What was supposed to 'give' I have no idea. Dad is gone and he isn't coming back. I have my memories and that has to suffice.
Strangely enough, I start a new job working with families with elderly parents. Coincidence? I guess so. Training starts today. I feel a calling to make a difference. I hope I can help families through difficult experiences.
Channeling my strength for the betterment of others is more than I had hoped for.
I love you and I miss you Dad. I would want you to be proud.