Today’s cuppa is a slightly bitter roast – dark, with no sugar. Bold, strong and not really the brew I wanted to drink but it is my cup.
My heart is broken and sore and it has been shaped to accept a new reality that isn’t at all how I pictured my life to be. My father passed away (rather unexpectedly) on the 25th of August 2011. This was not supposed to happen (according to me) – it is too soon, he was too young and we still had so much to do, say and share.
As I sat thinking about my dad and all that has happened recently I realized that we HAVE said a lot – millions of “I love you’s”, thousands of compliments and many smiles. We have DONE. We have travelled, we have walked along the seashore talking about life and our dreams, we have planned gardens and dreamed about all that is to come. We have SHARED. I am blessed with a lifetime of memories. I have pictures to remind me that he was there on my birthdays, planning my wedding, holding my newborn for the first time, for Christmas and Father’s Day celebrations.
Every daughter needs a father to teach her about life and love and mine taught me well. He taught me that life is not meant to be average or plain. It is supposed to be extraordinary. We are meant to dream big and pull out all the stops. To paint with bright colours, to plant luscious gardens and to bake with double-cream and full-fat milk.
My heart needs to adjust to the loss of a significant person. I miss him now and expect that I will forever, but I a thankfully recollect and remember and build today and tomorrow.
My challenge to you? Pursue your loved ones with determination and persistent love. Make time for the memories. Let’s be thankful for the time shared with them and the many memories we have created together.
“Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.”