Many of us have dealt with death in one way or another, it’s just part of life. And even though we know it’s going to happen, death, it still hurts when it does.
My father passed away three days before Christmas this year. It’s been about a month and half. Going through the new “normal” routines with out him are still hard. The house is littered with memories. Things will trigger an unexpected cry or a moment of remembrance, or just the simple thought that he will never return.
I was always a daddy’s little girl. He would have given me the world if I asked him or it. I am happy and glad that we was around for so many years with me. He really was a great father. In this day and age, many children grow up without a father, without a male figure in their lives. I should feel lucky that I had one that cared and loved me so much. Yet, I’m selfish. This is know. I’m bitter that he’s not going to be with me any more or that he just left so fast. Just knowing that it’s all over is a hard thing to accept.
As the days go on, the waves of hurt, sadness, pain, and abandonment grow farther apart. Even though they might be farther apart, that doesn’t mean they still don’t hurt and sometimes hurt even worse. Just like the real waves in the ocean, a beating of little waves can still erode a rock, it can still break me down.
In an attempt to filter my energy into other mediums, I am currently training to get my teaching certification. I’ve always felt like I can help people. As an educator, I can help and teach the youth of tomorrow the skills and knowledge they need. My inspiration for all this is, of course, my dad. Even though he was illiterate, this didn’t impede him from being successful and a role model.
And in the remarkable words of Robert Frost: “Life goes on.”
