This article hits home in many ways. My father died on Christmas day -- it is
not a sad day, but one that we remember because we were all there to say
good-bye. He was a true Christian with many talents and lived his life with
skills, hard working ethics, and integrity. He was a quiet man, but when he
spoke, you listened. My greatest tribute to him, would be to live my life as he
did and also to try to never do anything to disgrace the family name. He set
the standard for character and was an honorable man his entire posterity
respects. Thank you for sharing your story and reminding me to remember the
times I too had.
Thank you for sharing you thoughts and memories. I think your feelings are more
universal than you realize. No matter how young or old we are when we lose a
parent we feel regret of time not spent with them.
Losing my own father 21 years ago, and much too early, I've come to realize
that every moment with those we love is precious. It took losing my own husband
at age 50 for it to really hit home, sadly!
None of us get out of this life alive. Let it go, and live.
My father passed away a year ago, on December 3rd. I have my own children, and
they, along with me, miss him very much -- as well as my sister who passed six
months before him.I have considered the church policy regarding
contact with full-time missionaries and how too frequent of contact proves to be
distracting to them in serving their missions fully, I wonder if excessive grief
and regrets does the same thing for our loved ones who have passed. How
difficult is it for them to become fully engaged in their current missions
beyond the veil if they are constantly distracted and weighed down by those who
are 'back at home' mourning their absence.I too miss my
father, but I am so grateful for all he did for me. I regret that I wasn't
always at my best as his son, but I try to focus on how I might be now and
eagerly look forward to the ultimate missionary home coming.