2 days removed from my father's passing. We have all been over at the house as we prepare are for his services.
I went to the rear of the house by myself, into dad's den and sat in his recliner for a number of minutes for no other reason but to look around the room and decompress for a while. While I was looking at dad's "stuff", I was overcome by the noises of laughter and chatter coming from down the hall. My siblings along with all of our kids (mostly girls) were at the house. They were preparing packages of Sunflower and Forget me Not flower seeds that will be passed out to the visitors who come to pay their respects. (Dad loved to garden in both flowers and vegetables) As I was looking at the things in dad's room that he found some pride and enjoyment in, the sounds from the other room quickly made me realize that nothing we accumulate in life is as precious as the family and friends that we have been blessed with. Dad loved his stuff, but none of that meant a thing when compared to his family. The sounds of laughter and conversation quickly brought peace to my soul. Too bad that it takes a death or personal tragedy to bring us back to our center and realize what the important things are in life.
Maybe in the future I will be able to help others in this forum with advice or words of support pertaining to their struggles. But for now, I am still in the memory mode.
May God continue to bless and comfort all of you.