There are some times in your life that move beyond simple words on a page. Times where your capacity for love soars farther than you ever thought possible and life comes into a very sharp focus.
How do we live each day? How do we love?
A few days ago my father-in-law passed away after a painful and heroic battle with lung cancer. He never complained once. He never felt sorry for himself. He never gave up his fight to live even when his body didn’t agree. His life, and death, is a pure example of determination and optimism.
Despite so many life altering and tragic obstacles that would have debilitated most of us, he chose to consistently see the bright side of life and the people around him. I think of that so often.
My kids were lucky to have him in their lives. When Hope transitioned he stayed the same grandfather he’d always been- loving, playful, fun. Even though he was a pretty conservative guy with a traditional history he kept showing his love for my daughter and my son equally. Kept showing everyone how proud he was of them. I was always so touched by him. I loved him dearly.
Unknowingly he filled an aching void in my heart created when my father passed away when I was a child. He comforted me in a way that I could never quite say thank you enough. I am a better person for knowing and loving my father-in-law and having the chance to call him Dad, if only for a short time.
I am sorry for your loss. My parents died in 1994 (Dad) and 2006 (Mom). They were very private parents and treated us kids differently and me distantly, showing me the front door after my first year of college. We rarely met after that and I spent most of a liftetime trying to get their love I would never have or know. I miss the idea when others talk about how close and loving their parents were with them, and miss what it would be like having an someone older be a friend to chat, be and do things with. But all I got were lectures and critism.
You raise a good point about aching voids in our heart. Thanks. I never found mine and only after my Dad passed away learned his life when he was young (18-21) was a copy of mine, only a generation apart (or my life a copy of his then), and learned he only did what his Dad did to him. I realized how much he must have missed and wanted the same, but then he didn’t change with me.
I hope the kids are ok. It’s easy to miss how much the also grieve in ways we may not see or understand. We expect a lot of kids these days when they see a lot of reality we didn’t in our youth. Take care and I wish all of you well.
Sounds like you lost a very special man. Hopefully the hole in your heart will soon fill with all the good memories he gave you and your family. Loving thoughts to you all from this reader in California!
Thank you Scott & Carroll. Time heals all wounds I guess. My Best, Jen