Reflections

My Dad is peacefully resting in his Hospice bed, pain-free and quiet. He is still when I quietly say, “Hi, Dad.” I am certain of his awareness as I tell him about my husband and daughters and how we all love him. I tell him that we love him so much and that we will be ok whenever he needs to leave. That he will be forever in our hearts. The bubbling of the oxygen seems to say, “Not quite yet.” And so I sit, musing about our lives together. I am absolutely sure that Hospice is the place for my Dad right now. I am grateful for the quiet, gentle caring and being that surrounds him and us as we wait.

As I walked the dogs this morning, I was once again struck by Nature’s majesty and her cycles.
In the Natural world things come from the earth; they grow, and they live, they go back to the earth. And so it goes. Nature makes so much sense.

The funeral urn that Steve made was fired yesterday and is out of the kiln. It is blue, straight and tall, it’s lid a hat, just as Dad wore. Its quiet elegance is a testament to the man I call Dad.
Perfect.

2 comments »

  1. Kathy said,

    July 6, 2007 @ 2:36 pm

    To have a child speak so highly of their dad…that is the highest compliment to one’s parenting. Your father sounds like an amazing man and how lucky you are to have been his child. My good thoughts to you and your family.

  2. fromskilledhands said,

    July 7, 2007 @ 8:05 am

    Thank you Kathy. My dad was a gem.

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