Listening to every heart
SL...missing your father this much tells me you loved him very much. My father passed away in 1988...guess what? I'm not done missing him. I had already been "away" from my own area...and had moved back but not close...however, leaving home after he "left" was not easy.
When you carry your loved ones in your heart...and hear them talking to you as they did when you were little, advising you, guiding you...believe me, this is a good thing. You're not crazy. You are in a mode of deep respect...and you will come to listen for those times when one or both of your parents talk to you - usually when you least expect it!
I am going to trust that your father guided you, and loved you deeply...in this, you are most fortunate! It seems when I post a poem or prose about my mom or dad, several folks come back to me saying "I didn't have it this good." Sometimes, I am sorry I posted something of that nature. Other times, I realize, just how fortunate I was to have them.
There is some silver in this cloud that is hovering over you right now. I have a feeling that you are going to break through that cloud, and see the treasures that lie beyond it....
I probably should have sent this to you in a private e-mail; however, I read this the other day and thought about it for some time....
I just want you to know...I understand.