My father passed away a few years ago and there isn’t a day that goes past that I don’t think of him. I miss the times that we shared together fishing, traveling, camping, laughing, and doing the plethora of other things that I loved to do with him. He was more than a father to me, he was my buddy, my confidant, my best friend.
Today, I was going through my desk here at home and came across a poem that a friend of mine had shared with us. For some reason, I don’t remember reading it at the time, but after reading it today, it brought a sense of comfort to my heart.
It is for this reason that I felt as though I should share it with other people that may be going through a time of grief, loss, or nostalgia.
So, here is the poem…
“His Journey’s Just Begun”
Don’t think of him as gone away,
His journey’s just begun.
Life holds so many facets,
This earth is only one.
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Just think of him as resting,
From the sorrows and the tears.
A place of warmth and comfort,
Where there are no days and years.
—-
Think how he must be wishing,
That we could know today.
How nothing but our sadness,
Can really pass away.
—-
And think of him as living,
In the hearts of those he touched.
For nothing loved is ever lost,
And he was loved so much.
~ Ellen Brenneman
I remember when I was a little boy, watching and following my dad everywhere and wondering to myself what it would be like to be a “grown-up” and whether or not I would ever be as good as him. My father was a photographer who had his own little studio where he would take family portraits or pictures of people and their pets. He was also the photographer for a little town newspaper which had subscribers all along the New Jersey coast.
A teenage boy had just passed his driving test and inquired of his father as to when they could discuss his use of the family car.
