Last night as I watched my nephew James celebrate his 40 birthday I tried to remember mine. I couldn't. I have no memory of turning 40. My father died suddenly of a massive heart attack in Jan of 1991. I was 39. He had started in early January kidding me about turning 40. He had promised to call me on my birthday at 2:00am ( the time I was born) and that there would be black roses and all sorts of surprises to help deal with my grief of growing old.
By the time my birthday came around on March 23 I was still in the muck of grief, not from aging but from his death. Try as I might I have no memories of what I did that birthday. The joy that I was expecting to experience was gone with my dad's death.
I realized for me that is when life began to move faster and faster and I could not slow it down. I had buried friends and family including grandparents... The death of my dad took loss to a whole new level. Nothing would ever be the same again.
If I could tell my nephew James anything it would be to embrace life, love, happiness, good health and those you love. Life really does change in the blink of an eye.
Sunday, March 4, 2018
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I understand. I can remember that my father died on Good Friday but I have to look up the date and year. Losing a father is hard for a female.
ReplyDeleteI can attest to that, that life can change in the blink of the eye.
ReplyDeleteHugs, Julia