On loss

Writing this was really hard. Of all the things we know so well, one of them is our parent’s faces. I have been looking at my ‘ol dad’ for forty years. His mannerisms, expressions and the tone of voice, I know them so well. I can’t believe I won’t get to see him again in the flesh. I am restricted now to memories and Kodak moments.

On Wed I will be doing my best to get through his eulogy.  I would like to post a few words in his honour, taken from Kahlil Gibran:

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God encumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.

And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.

And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Dad, Rest in Peace.  Now you are truly free.