The End - The BeginninghenayneiMarch 9 2004, 18:29:28 UTC
Well, it is over and now begins.......
The Funeral was this morning.... for the man who has been my father since my dad died some 14 years ago.
Just 2 people showed up, other than the widow and my husband, the son. The people from the funeral home and the cemetery outnumbered us by nearly 2:1.
Art said a few words, very few... dad wanted none. Then he did all that dad wanted - he said the Kaddish - the Jewish prayer of mourning - actually a prayer of acknowledging G-d's purpose and wisdom in the midst of our pain and loneliness.
Mom was still walking in a dream until she saw dad's casket, draped in the Flag - the last time she had seen dad was as he "slept" in death in his bed at the hospital. Now, it is real - now the painful journey of finding her way through the pain and fear to a place and life without dad, begins. They were married 57 years.
For Art it has been nearly the same. He is 53 and has never known a day where his dad was not somewhere in this world thinking of and/or worrying about him. Now, he is truly fatherless. And so am I.
They are sitting shiva in mum & dad's home. I am holding the fort, caring for and keeping the animals sane at home and getting back to work. Giving them the room and freedom to walk the path they both must face alone and together.
Shalom Dad, see you when I get there!! Save me some Hershey's Dark chocolate with almonds!!!
The Funeral was this morning.... for the man who has been my father since my dad died some 14 years ago.
Just 2 people showed up, other than the widow and my husband, the son. The people from the funeral home and the cemetery outnumbered us by nearly 2:1.
Art said a few words, very few... dad wanted none. Then he did all that dad wanted - he said the Kaddish - the Jewish prayer of mourning - actually a prayer of acknowledging G-d's purpose and wisdom in the midst of our pain and loneliness.
Mom was still walking in a dream until she saw dad's casket, draped in the Flag - the last time she had seen dad was as he "slept" in death in his bed at the hospital. Now, it is real - now the painful journey of finding her way through the pain and fear to a place and life without dad, begins. They were married 57 years.
For Art it has been nearly the same. He is 53 and has never known a day where his dad was not somewhere in this world thinking of and/or worrying about him. Now, he is truly fatherless. And so am I.
They are sitting shiva in mum & dad's home. I am holding the fort, caring for and keeping the animals sane at home and getting back to work. Giving them the room and freedom to walk the path they both must face alone and together.
Shalom Dad, see you when I get there!! Save me some Hershey's Dark chocolate with almonds!!!
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