My grandmother was my everything. She died in 2014 and her birthday and anniversary are going to be next month in July. She would be 93 this year. I think about her every day and nothing can fill the void she left. I am 22 now and someday I hope to tell my children about what a wonderful woman she was, full of love, peace, and cheeky at times(lol).
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"Embrace who you are,
And love like a fool.
Try not to judge,
And never be cruel."
I love the above lines of this poem.
Thank you for this poem. It was two years ago today my father took his own life. By far the most traumatic, life-altering event in my life to this day. He was an addict who suffered severe depression and I hated him so much for what he had let it done to destroy him and our family. I never got to say goodbye or I love you and that, more than anything, left me in a whirlwind of emotions. The guilt, anger, and confusion left me mentally crippled daily. But I have come to realize this is not and never will be something to help others like him out there who are suffering. I miss my dad incredibly every day, but I now live every day with a stronger purpose to persevere and value the seconds of every day I am blessed with. This world is hurting and has lost its perspective on love. We must love and give love daily because that is our purpose. We were created on purpose for a purpose and living every day with the mindset of "joy in the journey not the destination" will bring freedom. Live On!
I don't know why but I laughed aloud at the end. This is a hilarious and cool poem.
This is like when I first started poetry. I used to stay up all night on a single line!
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Oh my! How I relate; this happens so much!
That was beautiful. I wish no one had to go through cancer, but hope, and faith, as well as love will always seek a brighter day!
This poem made my day. I am hungry now. I love it!
Yes, as you have been told not all are the same. Be patient, and don't hurt yourself by remembering the past because its wound is deeper. Thanks sister!
I was reflecting today about my desire to feel like a Daddy's girl. Here I am, in my mid-fifties now, and I still want to feel like a cherished daughter. As my own (largely absentee/alcoholic/now deceased) father is no longer (& never much was) around, I decided to turn to God in my heart this morning about this pressing desire.
He showed me today, as I sat in my car to eat an ice-block, a man walking toward the supermarket (a firm grip, hand-in-hand), with his daughter as they walked through the carpark and over the pedestrian crossing towards the supermarket entrance. She would not let go, cheerily skipping and chatting with him as they walked. I found it quite enchanting as I watched, with a sense of reassurance...tied up with a sense of longing.
Then I come home to find the Poem of the Week from a father's perspective...of times lost with his daughter...and how he feels about that.
Neither of these events today can change what I missed out on, but I'm strangely comforted all the same.
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