Two weeks ago my dad finally left to be with the love of his life. Her name is Millie and she was a black Labrador here, earthside. It had been nearly eight years. I’m only about 3% joking.
I’m sure there are also much-loved ex-humans there with him as he adapts to a new state of being. Clear-minded, pain-free, as mobile as he was in his youth, and entirely in charge of his own soul.
Because of his return to freedom, I find it hard to be sad. But I am.
Because I was with him so much this last two years, he has left me with a huge gap in my days. I am grateful for that widening space.
Because of that time with him, I have few regrets. My family is a strange bunch - me included - and he was Head of Strangeness. But he was also my dad and watching him decline, suffer quietly, and lose who he was…well that was traumatic.
I’m still “on a break” from the internet unless I feel the need for a soothing scroll, but I wanted to explain here.
(Almost) Everything is different. Peaceful.
Oh Jo. What an emotionally up, down, sideways kind of experience to navigate. May you find deep breaths, smiles, and all the space you need.
Love and Light be on you. I know what it was to lose my own Dad. While each case is different, the empathy and understanding are abundant. Peace be.