Karen Bullock
Today, May 5th, 2022 marks the 11 year anniversary of my father’s passing. I think one of the hardest things I have had to struggle with these last 11 years is that I never actually got that last face to face opportunity to say good bye to my father, in fact none of us did, not even my mother. I do have peace and comfort in knowing I said my goodbyes to him in other ways and continue to honor him which I am sure he knows and I am also certain I will see both of my parents again one day. My morning started early as observed my father’s “tree” blooming on this day as it does each year at the time of his passing. I picked a fresh bouquet of Iris from my mother’s gardens and placed them in the left vase on their headstone as we spent a quiet, reflective moment together. I also picked some Peonies and placed in a vase at the center of the headstone and scattered rose petals as I then ventured out for my day. I know that neither one of my parents are really there but it is where the last earthly piece of them resides and so it is one of the places I am compelled to visit and honor them. I find peace knowing that my parents have been reunited as are with my brother, Peter as well. I know without any doubt that we will see each other again when my journey will finally lead me home to be with my grandparents, my parents, and Peter and until that time, I am patiently waiting, counting every blessing, letting go and trusting what I cannot see, and I am absolutely very grateful and thankful God chose me to place in the arms of David and Minerva all those years ago. I am very thankful for the wonderful parents I had and a life full of memories shared. Without a doubt, I have always been and will forever be my father’s “Little Girl” and my mother’s “Joy”.
A father’s (parent’s) guiding hand always sits on the shoulder of his children.
A parent holds their child’s hand for a short moment but their heart for a lifetime.
