I did not cry much the day my father passed away after a
long struggle with Lewy Body Disease because I had witnessed papa dying every second
for three years and I had mourned every moment and when the time came for his
passing, God gave me the strength to let go of him gracefully. I tried in vain
to impress upon others the fact that “Death is not the greatest loss. It is
what our loved ones lose when they are still living that breaks our heart.” The
day I found out about the fate that awaited my father was the most difficult
day of my life.
It can be very lonesome when we are trying to share
our sorrow and nobody really understands our heartache because they see no
evidence of loss yet. It is in those dark moments that we find the strength
that is within us, the presence of a living and Merciful God. He knows, He
understands and He carries us through.