hp-pictures-021.jpgAugust 23rd….Today it has been four years since my father died. At times I miss him as deeply as I missed him hp-pictures-072.jpgthe first day he was gone. Then a calm comes and I know he is with me, watching over me, guiding me and that he’s proud of the progress I’m making in my life. It is never easy to move through grief… I wish it were and I wish I could tell those reading this that there’s a magical answer to the pain, there isn’t. But time is a great healer and I think of my dad these days with so much love and gratitude and so much less sadness. That is the miracle of time and love, they help to heal you.

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