Lost Daddy
Talked to my dad for quite some time last night. The man is so lost without the companionship of my step-mom, Kat. He told me that he couldn’t explain what he was feeling. He is miserable and depressed. I’ve been visiting him on the weekends. Failed to see him this weekend due to Treyton being sick. I took advantage of being at home and cleaned my house (as seen in previous post).
It is difficult to find the proper thing to say. I’ve never lost a spouse to death…maybe, that is my reason for not marrying. It is impossible for me to relate to that sort of loss. After my grandmother died, I felt empty and relieved at the same time. The woman would nearly squeeze you into when she pulled you in for a hug. She always greeted and departed with a bear hug. The only person that can come close to hugging like her is my dad. Grandma had more biblical knowledge than anyone that I’ve encountered. She continuously recited scriptures and doodled them on paper as well. Although we had our differences, I loved her deeply. I’m grateful that she no longer has to suffer from cancer. The realization that she was gone and that we would no longer be able to share stories was painful; however, I was truly content with her passing. Don’t get me wrong, I still get choked up thinking about her. I miss her, but I do know that she is with God. What could be better than that? Absolutely, nothing.
My dad had difficulties coping with my grandmother’s death as well. After dreaming of his mother wearing a beautiful pink dress being led away by three angels, he found peace with his loss. He said that it may sound crazy, but he knew that she was in heaven because his dream was so real. I wish that he could have a dream like that with Kat.
It takes time to heal. It feels awkward talking to him about his feelings. I suggested that he attend some grief counseling sessions. If someone could relate his sort of loss, he may find some comfort. I want to be a supportive daughter and provide him the encouragement that he needs. In all my years of living, I have never seen my dad this lonely or sad. It breaks my heart. So today, I want to dedicate this blog piece to my dad—in hopes that he will soon find peace with his loss.