When my father passed away at such a young age I was devastated. He had several strokes years before and had just worn himself out. He was ready to go home to be with God. I found out about him losing his battle here on earth as I disembarked from a cruise that I had taken with my wife. I got a call in the port that told me his life was coming to an end. I did not make it home in time to say goodbye. However every visit before that I would kiss him and tell him that I loved him. We would talk and we would laugh. My daddy knew how much I loved him and I knew how much he loved me.
I had written this after the death of my father in 2008. I was reminded of it when a dear friend lost her grandmother yesterday so I brought it out. After rereading it I realized that this could actually help others the way that it helped me. I hope that it does.
There are no regrets here
I do not grieve for the dead and departed
I grieve for the conversations never started
I grieve for the missed hugs and missed kisses
For the family gatherings at Thanksgiving and Christmas
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