So my Dad died a couple of weeks ago... he was 75. His name was Wilber and he was a gentle loving soul.
I am overwhelmed with gratitude at having him for a Dad. He laughed and cried easily... he put his arm around every person who came through his door and asked em if they wanted something to eat. He lived a good life, worked hard, and loved open and freely. He left my Mom behind, his wife of 53+ years.
When I went with my mom & sister to see my Dads body for the last time (he had donated his body to science, so it wasn't at the funeral) he was just laying there as if asleep... I put my hand over his heart and kissed his forhead... told him I loved him as I had many times before....it was really hard and tore my heart wide open to see my mother kiss him for the last time. She was sobbing "Ohhh I loved you so much!" I wept openly...
everything is very simple and very very transient.
My mother said to me later in disbelief "It all went by so fast."
and I guess that what struck me the clearist in all of this - in that it all happens pretty fast and we all die... so be free... enjoy the ride... laugh and cry and all that new age BS - death claims it all back in the end anyway - so why not spend every fucking last bit of yer heart?!!!
