Words from a very wise man.
I have not let anyone see how deeply I am grieving the loss of my father. I miss him so much. I knew several weeks before he passed that he had little chance of surviving. There were too many things against him recovering. I knew, but I couldn’t tell anyone. I was grieving even then, but I couldn’t let my mom or my sisters know. I needed to maintain my composure to give them hope.
In a way, my dad knew he wasn’t going to make it too. He told me that before my grandfather died, he was on pills and had many physical problems. He told my dad, “this is no way to live.” My dad didn’t like it, but he understood it. A few weeks later he died. As my dad was being wheeled up to the ICU from the emergency room, he held my hand and said…
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