"Surely the hardest days of my life since I moved to France was when I lost my father. It was really difficult because everything happened in the middle of the pandemic when moving around cities was a challenge, not to mention countries or in my case continents. Aside from flying all the way back to the Philippines, I needed to stay for almost a week in a hotel for quarantine. The days felt longer and the wait was agonizing - I just wanna go home and be with him. Still it was a blessing to have been there beside him on his last days but until now, there was never a day I did not miss him. As they say, we really don't get over the pain of losing, we just get to learn how to live with it. Through time, and through the thought that they live through us in our memories and in our hearts. This made me stronger to continue challenging myself on this life abroad because I know, I may not see him, but I can feel that he is proud of me."
Well said. We never get over it but learn to live with it. And I agree they live through us in our memories. My friend is nearly 80 and his dad passed in 1970 and he still feels the pain and misses him.
ReplyDeleteMissing family and not being there is the hardest when living far away.