Posted on 05/25/2016 12:20:02 AM PDT by proud American in Canada
You get used to it. You never get over it.
My dad is gone more than twenty years, and I still miss him all the time. But I am a family elder now, and I have a duty to be one of the ones others can come to. I’m up at bat. It will be a joy to rejoin both my earthly father and my Heavely Father one day, if I am so blessed.
Prayers for you and yours and condolences on your loss. May your father rest in peace.
I have lost both my parents. I did not live close to them from the time I was in my early twenties, but kept in close touch with them. I did not always have the plane fare to visit them and they only visited me a couple of times because they could not afford trips either. I was born late in their lives and they died pretty young. We talked on the phone almost every week.
I missed them when they died. I loved them and it hurt my heart to lose them. It was worse for my sisters who lived near to them and had a lot of routines involving our parents.
He’s in heaven with Jesus, doing finer than ever before. You just have to go through the grief of missing him until you see him again in heaven. I don’t know any shortcuts. The good news about love is that it is precious and feels good; the bad news is separation from that love when a loved one passes, hurts. I find that eating right and exercise helps me when I am dealing with difficult emotions.
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