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Kurt late night Feb 27 2010
I think this great moment just might be like a college experience!
Can't wait to do it again!
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Life must always come to an end
My one true thing
(Death )
Life must always come to an end, we all know this, but it doesn’t take away from the pain felt deep within our souls, and the tears that overflow from the hurt of not wanting to let go. It’s a feeling like your heart is being ripped away, overwhelmed by numbness and denial; because we know the life here and now will be gone, forever. I don’t think any of us are ready to let go.
Death may be, the cutting of the umbilical cord, a new birth to arrive into the after life, but when it comes to a parent it wreaks a depth of sadness and much sorrow. It is true, there is gladness that the suffering will end, but it would seem there is never enough time, to hold their hand, to have a picnic, a simple conversation, and a hug you feel deep within. Our one true thing, what makes us who we are, slips away, never to return, and all we have left is a grave or an urn.
I don’t want to feel this, I don’t want to know this but it will come to pass, just as the sun replaces the moon, everyday. It will come like a rolling wave of the ocean splashing upon the beach pulling them into to the sea. If only we could think they are in a place as beautiful as the coral reef. Even so, it is my tears that fill the ocean that comes to take my heart that will surely break as it carries my loved one away.
My Dad was a magical and generous man. His love overflowed onto everyone who knew him. He is my hero, a child at heart. When my grandpa was dying we moved to Kentucky , there were times when dad brought home coin machine prizes from his work. We were poor at the time, you see, but I didn’t know that. Never the less, when dad would get home we would be bursting with excitement to find out what dad had. In reality I think my dad was more excited than we were. He would give one of us the prize in his pocket, because it was all he could afford. We never knew which one of us would get it. We always looked forward to him coming home. It wasn’t just that had a prize in his pocket for one of us. It was that while he was gone he was thinking of us. He loved us more than life.
Today amongst the living we place your body into the earth and your spirit shall live within us until we rejoin again. We will keep the prizes of your abundant love from the pockets of your heart.
Dad, you will always be missed, never forgotten, my one true thin, Rest in peace until we meet again.
Life must always come to an end, we all know this, but it doesn’t take away from the pain felt deep within our souls, and the tears that overflow from the hurt of not wanting to let go. It’s a feeling like your heart is being ripped away, overwhelmed by numbness and denial; because we know the life here and now will be gone, forever. I don’t think any of us are ready to let go.
Death may be, the cutting of the umbilical cord, a new birth to arrive into the after life, but when it comes to a parent it wreaks a depth of sadness and much sorrow. It is true, there is gladness that the suffering will end, but it would seem there is never enough time, to hold their hand, to have a picnic, a simple conversation, and a hug you feel deep within. Our one true thing, what makes us who we are, slips away, never to return, and all we have left is a grave or an urn.
I don’t want to feel this, I don’t want to know this but it will come to pass, just as the sun replaces the moon, everyday. It will come like a rolling wave of the ocean splashing upon the beach pulling them into to the sea. If only we could think they are in a place as beautiful as the coral reef. Even so, it is my tears that fill the ocean that comes to take my heart that will surely break as it carries my loved one away.
My Dad was a magical and generous man. His love overflowed onto everyone who knew him. He is my hero, a child at heart. When my grandpa was dying we moved to Kentucky , there were times when dad brought home coin machine prizes from his work. We were poor at the time, you see, but I didn’t know that. Never the less, when dad would get home we would be bursting with excitement to find out what dad had. In reality I think my dad was more excited than we were. He would give one of us the prize in his pocket, because it was all he could afford. We never knew which one of us would get it. We always looked forward to him coming home. It wasn’t just that had a prize in his pocket for one of us. It was that while he was gone he was thinking of us. He loved us more than life.
Today amongst the living we place your body into the earth and your spirit shall live within us until we rejoin again. We will keep the prizes of your abundant love from the pockets of your heart.
Dad, you will always be missed, never forgotten, my one true thin, Rest in peace until we meet again.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
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