I remember his hands playing the banjo and singing old folk songs together. I remember his hands on the steering wheel driving, always driving. My Dad was a big proponent of Sunday Drives Out In The Country. BoOoooooring when you are 9 or 10 or 13. But now, I get it. Now they are memories of music always music playing soundtracks to our trips. I give these back to him now, as his soul departs to the freedom and peace of what lies beyond.
I am there to make sure someone touches him at least once without hurting him these last days. To help him shed his body with ease amid whispers of love and memories. Please Goddess, let it be painless and peaceful. He has lived with so much pain and heartache, let it all be over as he moves onto the next journey. Grant me the grace and strength to let him go.
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
2 comments:
I just read on Liz's blog that you lost your Dad recently, and wanted to come over and give you a hug. I'm so sorry for your loss. Be very gentle with yourself, grieving takes a whole lot of time and energy. Love to you...
I ♥ my mummy :) Thanks for the comment!! I didn't know you had a blogger too!!!
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