Some may wonder how I am getting along without my dad and why I have not been writing much about him recently. I have not forgotten about dad.
There was a story which I came across and while the roles in the story are reversed (it was the daughter who died), it hit me smack in the face. This story gave me some strength to carry on with life. I share the paragraphs and web link:
In dream he was in heaven witnessing a grand pageant of all little child angels. They all were marching in an apparently endless line toward the white throne. He saw that all white robed angel girls carried a lighted white candle with them. After sometime he noticed that a little girl's candle was not lit. Then he saw that girl with dark candle was his own little girl. He rushed toward her and seized her in his arms. He caressed her with love and asked, "My angel, how is that only your candle is not lit?" She replied, "Father, they often relight it but your tears always put it out again." Just after this man woke from his dream and knew that what he should do. From that day on wards he was no longer a recluse but meet freely and cheerfully with all his friends. Because now he would no longer let his darling angel candle be extinguished by his tears.
Moral: Even if we lose someone, Life goes on. We should not hurt the departed soul by living a sad and alone life. We should live life cheerfully and embrace what comes next.
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