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12/11/2021 3:09:58 AM
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Death in the family: Part 2
To all those who wish me well, let me say this:
I am okay. I feel the best I've felt ever since my childhood. My family has healed, and we're finally reunited. I met my sister for the first time in a decade, so I hadn't seen her for half my lifetime. I got to meet my nieces today, and let me tell you, they welcomed me with open arms. They didn't question anything, they just accepted me. I have never felt so loved than in these past few days.
I no longer have to worry about whether or not I'd be able to afford college, as my family, and those who knew my dad well, have done right by his wishes to see his greatest joy succeed, and have donated a large amount towards my success in the future. I even met some CEO I never knew was connected to my family.
My little cousin who was like a brother to me, who last I saw stood only to my eyes, now towers over me, and has taken very good care himself. I never knew how much he looked up to me until today, when we were reminiscing about the past, and he told me how much influence I had on him. I'm proud to call him family. He's had a tough life like me, but he's gonna be okay too, and that makes me happy.
My dad's good childhood friend, Jason, stopped by to see him rest, and came to me and wished me well. I know he couldn't express what he was feeling, but I could the sadness in his eyes, like Judas. He and my dad left on bad terms, and they never got the chance to reconcile. I told him about how my dad forgave him, and he gave me a good long hug, and I knew that it took a lot of weight off his mind.
I told my Sister's husband that my dad was always proud of him, as he was also like his son, and that he had always been proud of him. He looked up to my dad the same way I did.
The pastor at the service knew my dad as well, and he and I had talked about him together, and I can say without a shadow of doubt that that man honored my father. It was hard at first, but as they started telling stories of the past, I felt this sense of calm wash over me, that everything was gonna be okay. I just wish my dad knew how much we all looked up to him, and how much we loved him, and his thundering laugh, shining eyes, and wide smile.
I know he's in a better place now. He's home, with old Ma and Frank, who he always told me stories about. He's buried next to his dad, and they can both overlook the calm lake nearby together, and spend the time they missed in life together now in death.
Things are hard, and life get's dark. But ya know, just on the other side, the sun shines a little brighter than before. Stay strong everyone, you'll get through it
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1 ReplyGreat news. But grief is a rollercoaster, allow it to play out, and be prepared for bad days. They’re okay. It’s all part of the process. Like I said, take your own advice and reach out for help.
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To echo the sentiments of Kelly, Grief is like a hurricane, their are moments when the sun peeps through, but then you’ll be swept back into the storm. Grief is like the arduous pause of a practiced orator, it lasts and eternity in the moment, but a forgotten blip in the past. Grief i a thing with feathers, it cries its mocking craw as it circles above, searching for carrion to devour. Grief is like a slowly falling dagger, digging deeper and deeper with every beat of your heart. Grief is like a melting icicle, it drip, drip, drips until it’s gone enough to fall, falling it shatters with great intensity and it slowly dissolves into the past Grief is like the night, it slowly darkens till one is consumed with it, on deepening until the dawn. Grief is like a second skin, it follows you everywhere, dulling the feeling of touch. Until one day, it’s gone. Letting life come rushing in like a Lion. Roaring with hunger because you have let it idle while under the harrowing weight of grief. Even if you are not ready for the day, it cannot always be light. I leave you with advice and a prayer. Let you have the grace to ride the waves without falling within. Let you have the grace to march through the mire without falling under. Let you have the grace to feel your grief, tend to your heart, and forgive yourself for those feelings. Let the Lord stay your hand from idle action, some cures are worse than the illness. Lastly. I have faith in you. I believe you can make it to the other side.
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I’m glad you are feeling better. You’re post almost made me cry, so I’m glad you’re ok
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It’s good to know you are doing better. If you ever need something you know you can talk to us
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This is the most bittersweet thing I've read in ages man. As someone with little family left, due to a great many different reasons, this hits close to home. I see myself a bit in your lil brother I must admit and I see myself a bit in your position too, im a big brother of 3 myself. My ramblings aside aha, im glad to hear you got to reconnect with your sibling and even meet your nieces, there's nothing quite like the bond of family after all. I aint much a drinker, but'd I happily skål to this man.
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Really good to hear that you had a pleasant experience amongst the grief in your family. You’ll get through this rollercoaster too, we can’t get out till the end so might as well make some memories, right?
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Beautiful post, glad you're doing well.
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Praise God. I’m really glad you’re doing ok. Rest in that feeling of community for as long as you can and try to maintain it. Don’t let it be in vain. Make sure you stay connected with those people. I pray for you and hope everything stays well with you.
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Edited by CommonBlueberry: 12/11/2021 6:38:01 AMThat's good. Very good. I don't know much about life, but, in my limited experience, i think keeping family close to heart is paramount.
