Until they have gone. Don’t let the moment pass by

I see people with their Dad’s. Knowing that there is every chance the moment is passing them by without a second thought that one day their Dad will be gone.

Because rightly so no one thinks like that.

Until they have gone.

And when you have loved and you have lost, seeing others with something that you will never experience again, is a constant reminder of what you no longer have. Dad.

And it reminds you that you, too, were that person once. And that you should have really relished in the moment, breathed deeply and taken it all in.

And you just want to shout. And scream. And holler that it’s just not fair.

But life is not fair.

And there must be a reason for everything.

Perhaps it’s the only comfort I find in an otherwise tragic life lost. That he was needed. Elsewhere.

And with that I learn. I learn to appreciate more. To appreciate life. The flowers. The sun. Family. I ponder. I think. I meditate. I love harder. Knowing that he is with me in my heart, in my memories and in my thoughts.