The song continued to play, the words carried me back,
I am standing by his side...
Death cannot rob the memory that feels so real.
Five years ago my dad died. At that time I couldn't imagine a day, let alone five years later.
Grief had its own map, and it took time to walk along the unknown path it put before me. Walking, running, or standing still... the view remained the same, the rhythm played on. I felt its strangeness, the sudden urge to run or cry or wrap myself up a blanket and hide. But grief did not let me go.
It does not matter if the person you loved died young, old, after a long illness, or suddenly, or if you got to say goodbye...death stings and mourning has a song all its own.
As the floodgate opened memories swirl around me, I would hear a sad song...and dare not move-
Each step forward was one further away from the moment of when my father was alive. Days passed, weeks went, years marched on.
It was a new world with a melody that had me somewhat off balance. As each day unfolded I would pray,
"Sing softly I am listening."
Five years ago. Thank you Dad for your undying love that sustains me even now.