Saturday, February 17, 2007

a passing

RIP my father, 4-11-25 until 2-17-07.

He meant well.


Blogger Mary K. Goddard said...

The color will have to do until I find the words...

1:21 PM  
Blogger Milo Johnson said...

There aren't any words, it just IS. I'm fine, and dad isn't in pain any more. Now, I must continue to find my own path forward.

1:46 PM  
Blogger Ronni said...

Milo, I'm so sorry! There's never a good time to lose a parent, especially if the road was rocky.

5:04 PM  
Blogger Milo Johnson said...

He was horribly depressed and in pain for the last couple of years, and I take some comfort in the fact that his suffering is over. It's sad that this was the only way it could end, but I no longer have to endure watching him suffer and wait. In a most curious way, I feel like an adult for the first time in my life. Time to look ahead and live the best life I can live in order to honor my father for giving it to me.

5:09 PM  
Blogger Mary K. Goddard said...

(I should not try to post after 3 glasses of trini rum punch)

So right. It's still a time to recognize and its not without pain and misty moments, regardless of the inevitability and timeliness.

It's a natural progression and it happens to almost all of us, one way or another, sooner or later. You take comfort in what aspects are comforting, but there's still a child inside who misses a parent. It softens with time. Celebrate the great memories and find consolation in the end to his struggle.

10:46 PM  
Blogger Ronni said...

Sometimes it takes a while to get beyond the bad memories of the end, and back to memories of happier times.

I know you are too smart to try to rush the process.

We're here for you in case you want to tell stories.

11:10 PM  
Blogger Milo Johnson said...

As it happens, after a couple of days of wondering when, I finally had my little private breakdown moment earlier this evening and I'm at peace with it all now. It's time to live.

11:52 PM  
Blogger Mary K. Goddard said...

It will likely happen again. It's quite normal to have those moments, infrequent as they may be, for a long time. My dad's been gone three years now and I confess I've had a couple of those within the last year. Of course I've also had a few laughing moments and a few rolling eyes and shaking my head, too.

Having any one of those moments now and then means you are living.

12:31 AM  

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