Losing an elderly parent
"when it's time" . . .
It’s a strange
It's hard to file these feelings
into folders marked
It's more like the "curious blend" I referenced here on this blog a couple of weeks ago the day after my dad died.
Confusing at best, it became more confusing when people with loving intent began to tell me how I was going to feel. It seemed like they knew.
After talking about this with my counselor, he gave me invaluable advice, saying,
“Carol, you get to have this day's experience."
I remind myself of this as I move
slowly through my days
taking time to be,
feeling the feelings,
refusing to judge them.
So on mornings when all I know is
it feels good to eat breakfast
together on the patio again,
when I sit in the swing in the evening
and the tears come freely,
I remind myself,
"I get to have this day's experience."
And then I think about how
God is not only GOOD
he also DELIGHTS in me.
Your GOD is present among you,
a strong Warrior there to save you.
Happy to have you back,
he’ll calm you with his love
and delight you with his songs.
And I am comforted.
Oh and the next time I am with one who is grieving the loss of an elderly parent, I think I'll say something like "You'll probably feel a lot of things. Just know, you get to have this day's experience. Every.Day."
The Weekend Brew
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