Letters to Heaven

Monday we (my family) met at cemetery. We went to my dad’s grave and told him that we all missed him. I had my sister Nancy read the following poem…

Grief is like a River

My grief is like a river, I have to let it flow, but I myself determine, just where the banks will go.

Some days the current takes me in waves of guilt and pain, but there are always quiet pools where I can rest again.

I crash on rocks of anger my faith seems faint indeed , but there are other swimmers who know just what I need.

Are loving hands to hold me when the waters are too swift and someone kind to listen when I just seem to drift.

Grief’s river is a process of relinquishing the past. By swimming in Hope’s channels I’ll reach the shore at last.

Written by: Cynthia G. Kelley

 

We then let balloons float heavenward with notes tied on them. (Dad’s birthday is on May 31, but we always celebrated it on Memorial Day.) This is his first birthday that we celebrated without him. Later we all met back at Nancy’s and had a cook-out. As my sad thoughts slowly turned to bliss while spending time with my family, I could almost see him smiling and laughing with us.
I miss him so.

~ by betterdazeahead on May 30, 2007.