My father passed awya 3 weeks ago today. He died so quickly, the cancer so aggressive that he didn't have a shot. He died at home and he died in his sleep. We couldn't have asked for more. He's not in pain anymore. But we all are.
I want to be transparent. I don't want to be seen in pain. I can accept that the pain is a part of life, but it's hard to let people see it. Sometimes I forget he died, I find myself laughing and smiling and having a good time. He would want me happy, but I feel so guilty that I can laugh.
April 24, 1981 by Rick Springfield
I know all my life i've wondered
about that trip we all take alone
how far does a spirit travel on its journey
we must surely be near heaven and it thrills me to the bone
to know that daddy knows the great unknown