My friend posted this on Facebook: Copy and paste this if your DAD is in heaven. If roses grow in heaven, Lord, then pick a bunch for me. Place them in my dad's arms and tell him they're from me. Tell him that I love and miss him, and when he turns to smile, place a kiss upon his cheek and hold him for awhile ... ♥ I love and miss you DAD ♥.
This was my reply to her: This is a topic that is especially near and dear to me right now, too. Your father is surrounded by roses, and all that's good, I believe. (Incidentally, I can tell that without ever having met him - I wish I could have met him.) Your dad was good while alive, and by being so, he surrounded himself and attracted and created other "good" - like your lovely self! (My father died in November 2005 and it's been a very soulful and steep-learning-curve trip since then. You'd think I'd be farther along after five and a half years, but no ... but maybe I'm where I "should" or could be, anyway. One of the tiny things I do each day is to shoot tiny good thoughts or prayers to him or his memory or what he represented to me or thanks to God or Nature for having allowed his bag of biochemicals and electricity to exist. Like when I'm on the treadmill. Seeing certain numbers on the treadmill, like his birthday, reminds me to spend a few happy moments thinking about him or fake-communicating right to him. (Who knows - maybe it's not fake communicating - maybe he or God are somehow instantly reading me loud and clear.) "Dad, you were such a Kick-A when you made us go uphill on those off-road bikes so fast!", I thought to myself one time today. I virtually always smile for a few moments. So, all I can say is, try to profit from your grieving journey as much as you can - it sounds like you are being mostly very positive. I hope that is also true for your siblings.
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