I do so appreciate your special thoughts and reply. When you let go and let God, an overwhelming peace like a river can envelop you. I feel it from my perspective. I have not cried about Dad. Even yesterday, I phoned the house and he answered the phone. He was his Alzheimers happy self, not a clue, and though he knew me not and wondered who Mark was, he was willing to reciprocate my offering of love for him.

Bittersweet, that, for in his younger days, he could not easily reciprocate love, telling me it was a left over from his upbringing and his ethnicity. Huh. Love is what makes ALL of this plain of existence tolerable. Agape. A wonderful word, a beautiful emotion.

That you and your family are understanding the reality of celebrating your life with peace restored is quite a blessing. I, too, have that feeling within.

I grieved and cried of my loss of Dad when he no longer knew me, a death in a way.

Looking forward to the reward which follows this life,
Hoping to make the acquaintance of our deceased granddaughter,
sort of like the Great Divorce, what a read,
Agape,
Mark56