Today is two years since my dad passed away. The time has gone by so quickly that it is hard to take in. Time seems to go like lightning since the 1990’s; and when reflecting on a life that was, one comes to realise that everything has a finite amount of time and must come to an end, and how quickly that time really comes. Sometimes it may be hard to process what has happened, sometimes life is going by so fast that the mind just skims the facts and has to keep going. We don’t always get the time to breathe and actually feel the loss and what it feels like.
Life for my family and I has been a non stop roller coaster of things happening for many years, and I never get the chance to stop and catch my breath. It’s always life in fight or flight mode, and the moment I stop to try to relax, bam, I am hit with another serious situation. As regular readers will know, my husband was gravely ill for many years and had just recovered from surgery as my father started to quickly go down hill. Next thing I know my dad was at the end of his life, of course I could feel this happening without being told by anyone. However that just seems so surreal until the moment his life was over.
The last days of my father are something that only he could know at a subconscious level as he was not always conscious or able to communicate with others. I still think about the last hours of his life and not being able to be with him, yet his conscious self was totally unaware of who was present. He was out in astral in reality, just preparing to disengage from this reality so his consciousness would have been processing the end of physical life and attuning to the non physical world.
Thankfully having a background in the spiritual church he would have been more aware at a spiritual level what was taking place. That makes the transition easier to understand for the person that is dying.
Two years is still very much just the blink of an eye in what was a human life that is suddenly no longer here in this reality. I ponder what a life really means and how important any of us really are in the big scheme of things. Aware that my eventual death is only a blink in the eye of this reality. My dad was very much like Peter Pan, forever young with a youthful personality, I couldn’t put an actual age to him growing up. Even in old age he was very funny and easy to get along with, we laughed and joked all the time having the same sense of humour.
A wee funny Christmas joke for you dad, I know you would laugh at it

































