…it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything. I hope you guys stuck around. Happy Father’s to you fathers out there. Since losing my dad last year celebrating today doesn’t have the same meaning. I guess we could still celebrate in his honor but there’s no happy in not having your dad to celebrate with. It’s still hard. It hasn’t gotten easier with time. This week was his first anniversary of him passing away. A year came and went too fast. It’s been almost 3 months since we took his ashes to Mexico. Ever since we put his ashes in their final resting place I have not dreamed with him. I mean I do, but I no longer see him or hear him but I do feel his presence or know that it’s him. If that makes any sense. My mother, sister, and I have done a good job in fulfilling every one of his last wishes. And perhaps that’s why I don’t see him in my dreams, he is at peace now. It was hard for me to grasp that he was gone. Even after his viewing, I’d have dreams that were so lifelike that it had all been a mistake or a nightmare and he wasn’t really gone. Even now I catch myself closing my eyes in disbelief, hoping it’s not true. Learning to live without someone you love is the hardest thing ever. We went to visit him this weekend. It was bittersweet. We had a small mass for him in his honor. I probably had 15 years that I hadn’t stepped foot in his little home town in Mexico. And this past year I’ve visited there 5 times. If before there was not a reason to do so, I have one now. I will go visit him when possible.
Goodnight
Bitter sweet but through it all I’m grateful and blessed to have the family and friends that I do! #heresto2017
I’m ready for this new decade of life!! #latepost #thanksforeverything #celebration #friends #family #nieces #nephews #cousins #tias #comadres #feelingloved #blessed
It’ll be one month tomorrow since you left us. And we still can’t believe you are gone. We’d love it if things weren’t this way but we’re conscious enough to know you are in a better place now. I take with me all the memories, every piece of advice, all of your stories, every lesson learned, your wisdom, and fearlessness. We love and miss you dad. ❤ #RestinPeaceSonny
Platicando con mi mamá, le pregunté “¿Hasta cuando se guarda el luto?” Y ella me contesto, “Hasta que el corazón lo decida.”
Pues ya estuvo que siempre, porque mi corazón nunca lo va a olvidar.
Week One….
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I truly appreciate all of you. xo
-gail
This weekend was definitely one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to endure. Losing my dad was a punch to my heart. And it’s true what they say about seeing the true colors in people during difficult time. Sad.
One of the many things that bother me about what imprudent people had to say was that now we (my mother & I) can go out, travel, or visit those we couldn’t etc. ‘cause we were caring for my dad. Like, really? At what cost though. We aren’t even thinking about any of that. I’d much rather have my dad here and be stuck at home then him gone and have all the time in the world to do everything we couldn’t.
Thank you for your kind words and condolences. You’ve honestly been more genuine then some of the closest people to me. *hugs*
This past week has been extremely difficult, especially yesterday. My dad passed away last Monday. Some of you might already know he was on a health roller-coaster due to a car accident he suffered in 2004. It was a little over a year he was put bed bound. But he was showing vast improvement. However he had grown tired of being in bed. One can never be ready for something like this. I tried to do everything in my ability to help him. He spent 12 Years alive after his accident, when doctors only gave him 3 years to live. That consoles me, because I know we did a good job in caring for him.
My family and I can’t believe he’s gone. I find myself passing by his room expecting him to be there. I get home and announce “Dad, I’m home!”, that’s a habit I find difficult to break. Also offering him water since I was constantly on him about drinking plenty of water. I feel an emptiness in my heart. I’ve yet been able to grieve his loss. I’ve gotten so used to bottling away my feelings. I had no idea it would be so painful to go through his clothes and choose something for him to wear at his funeral. It’s just so hard.
Please have my family and I in your thoughts and prayers.
