Is it hard to believe that our relationship does not end at death but reaches its perfection. This is the hope that carries my spirits. These next days, weeks, months, and years will prove my hope to be true. For my relationship with my father will grow more intimate in my reflection and recollection. Indeed, I have already come to experience a better understanding and appreciation of my dad.
I hope that we can go on living as he did. I hope that we not regret what might have been and live in the present with great hope for the future.
In retrospect, life seems like a sublime dream. I now dream about what it will be like when we're all together again. Everyone we've ever loved will be there, too. And we'll celebrate and laugh and tell stories and never again have to number our days. Amen.
I love you dad. Always have. Always will.
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