My deepest sympathy. Prayers for your family.
May The Creator keep you and your family safe in this time of turmoil.
My Father died two weeks shy of four years ago. I will never be the same. My world shifted that day.
I still talk to him and I hear echos from the past in reply. There is a poem that helps me sometimes...
I did not die
by Melinda Sue Pacho
Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn’s rain
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and forever cry
I am not there. I did not die.