A Son’s Love

A Son's Love is a bond that transcends time and space. On this day, November 4, 2018, we embarked on the final journey with Mom, and the memories flooded back through a reminder from Google Photos. There she was, wearing that beloved robe, a thoughtful gift from our dear friend Gwyn, chosen to bring her comfort during the challenging days of chemotherapy. It was a bittersweet reminder, a testament to the love and care we shared.

Little did we know that Dad would follow her so quickly, departing from this earthly realm on November 4, 2019, so soon after her passing on May 29, 2019. The timing of today's reminder, the same date Dad left us, added an extra layer of poignancy. Losing both parents within such a short period is an indescribable pain. It leaves a profound void that touches every aspect of life.

Every day, I wish to share with them, to tell them about my accomplishments, my sadness, my despair, my gratitude for life, my dreams, and my aspirations as I continue to grow older. But realizing they are no longer physically present weighs heavily on the heart. Life moves on, and as humans, we adapt, we adjust. It's how we survive. But it doesn't make it any less difficult.

I hold you close in my heart, Mom, and I miss you deeply. And to Dad, we had our good times and our not-so-good times, and I wish with all my heart that I could have more of both with you. You are loved, and you are missed.

Dad, I like to believe that you've found your peace, whatever that may be, and that when I'm out in the garden, sitting by a warm fire, gazing up at the stars, you and Mom are there, surrounding me through the beauty of nature and the cosmic dust. The love we shared lives on, and in that love, I find hope for what the future may bring.