I have been quiet for a while putting together the pieces of losing my father. It has been a time of reflection, being strong for my mother, and expressing the blessing of having shared with him for almost half a century.
Losing a loved one is always hard no matter how prepare we think we are. For me, although it hurts, it has been a time of reassurance. A firm believer of life beyond life, I decided to express my gratitude for all the years, moments, and lessons learned. Next to his body, I knew his spirit was watching over me on his way to new beginnings. A man of God as he was, I know he would have wanted me to do just that, rejoice in a life well lived, serving others through his pastoral and teaching lifetime duties. It was eye opening to see former students and colleagues, couples he had married, adults he baptized as children, old friends recalling funny or life changing events.
And when everyone was mourning in pain, I mourned my way. Having the ocean as my setting and submerged in the waters of nature, praying in gratitude for my father’s soul, immersing in a one on one conversation with him, and saying thank you with a smile; letting him go with every wave knowing that we will see each other again.
Like he would always say, there’s a time for everything in life…
“ and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace,” ~ Ecclesiastes 3~
Life is a constant prayer.