Loss of a loved one
Losing a parent is a pretty traumatizing experience in itself. You prepare for things like this. You know it's going to happen at some point, it's just an inevitable part of life. Yet nothing seems to prepare you for when it actually happens.
I lost my dad this past year in June of 2007. It was my sister wedding in Jamaica, and the day after the wedding, my dad had a heart attack.
I had a really tough time dealing with it. I just kept thinking the same things and replying the same image over and over again; how I had just seen him no less than 24 hours ago, vibrant, walking and talking. At one point I covered my face with a beach towel because I couldn't stop tearing. I was having such a difficult time coping until a family member said this to me:
"Picture a ladder that extends far up into the clouds. Now picture a stream of angels going up one side, and coming down the other side. I'd like to think, she said, that god sends angels down to earth for a specific purpose; however long it takes to accomplish it. And once they've accomplished what they have to do, they return up that ladder to god."
I will never forget that as it seemed to put my fathers death in different light. I'd like to think that's the way it works. I miss him dearly, but now every time I think about him, I remind myself of that story. Dad, you did it!
I lost my dad this past year in June of 2007. It was my sister wedding in Jamaica, and the day after the wedding, my dad had a heart attack.
I had a really tough time dealing with it. I just kept thinking the same things and replying the same image over and over again; how I had just seen him no less than 24 hours ago, vibrant, walking and talking. At one point I covered my face with a beach towel because I couldn't stop tearing. I was having such a difficult time coping until a family member said this to me:
"Picture a ladder that extends far up into the clouds. Now picture a stream of angels going up one side, and coming down the other side. I'd like to think, she said, that god sends angels down to earth for a specific purpose; however long it takes to accomplish it. And once they've accomplished what they have to do, they return up that ladder to god."
I will never forget that as it seemed to put my fathers death in different light. I'd like to think that's the way it works. I miss him dearly, but now every time I think about him, I remind myself of that story. Dad, you did it!
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Permalink Reply by Alyssa on -
I lost my dad 4 years ago halfway through my freshman year of high school.
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Permalink Reply by Jenn on -
Hi everyone!
I am Rob's sister (the one who was married in Jamaica). We both had a really tough time dealing with the death of our father. What proved to me that my dad is truly watching over us, was the birth of my son. My father passed away on June 11, 2007. My son was just born exactly one year later on June 11, 2008. That is how I know that my dad is an angel watching over us!
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