“Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.”
I recently lost my father. I am thankful we had a chance to visit with each other several times in New York before he passed away. It gave us a chance to become acquainted with the individuals that we were and have become, share family memories, and express our feelings about many things.
He was ready to go. I loved him. And because of that, I have let him go. But he remains in my heart and in my memories. I am my father's daughter; he's come around in another form inside me, inside my sister and even in my daughter. We all have ties that cannot be broken. I grieve because I won't be able to talk to him again. But we still have conversations no one else can hear.
Thanks, Dad, for being my Dad. I will always love you.
Crossing the Bar
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.