No higher compliment for a writer simply wanting to share the life of his father. Thank you for seeing him Maia--even if it was through my eyes. You’d have liked him.
This is purely beautiful. An incredible tribute to an incredible father. My dad passed on to the next life six years ago and I could feel so much of those memories through your story. He was also a farmer. And we assured him during his final months that he had done well and he would nod in agreement. Treasured memories and love that now is different but still precious. Thank you for sharing your story.
Thank you for sharing that Nancy. Lifelong farmers of that generation were a different kind of people. “They don’t make ‘em like that anymore.” Like your father, my Dad would nod and close his eyes in satisfaction when we told him he raised a great family. “I sure did” he would say.
There is so much love here -- thank you for sharing this beauty, Kert. I feel like I know your dead dad from reading your words.
No higher compliment for a writer simply wanting to share the life of his father. Thank you for seeing him Maia--even if it was through my eyes. You’d have liked him.
This touched me deeply..you have a wonderful attitude about death...dignity..and memorializing your Dad. I will be following along..much love!
What a loving and gorgeous tribute to your dad, Kert.
"Dad never left us; he’s just with us differently."
This is purely beautiful. An incredible tribute to an incredible father. My dad passed on to the next life six years ago and I could feel so much of those memories through your story. He was also a farmer. And we assured him during his final months that he had done well and he would nod in agreement. Treasured memories and love that now is different but still precious. Thank you for sharing your story.
Thank you for sharing that Nancy. Lifelong farmers of that generation were a different kind of people. “They don’t make ‘em like that anymore.” Like your father, my Dad would nod and close his eyes in satisfaction when we told him he raised a great family. “I sure did” he would say.
Beautiful. It is wonderful that you cared for him until the end.
I very much appreciate your note about needing to change our language for grief. Indeed we need to embrace this part of life.
I particularly love:
"One cannot know the lights and heights of joy without also knowing the darks and depths of sorrow."
"May you tread lightly that path of yours with sure footing and with clear eyes and a broken-wide-open heart."