I held my father’s hand as he passed in November 2017. 8 weeks later, I held my mother’s hand, as she joined my father on the other side of the veil. Nothing in my life could compare to those 2 experiences, except for the peace I felt when my 2 children were being born.
Not a single day goes by, that I don’t feel them, or think of something about those days. It definitely reaffirmed my beliefs, but has been one of the biggest trials I have ever had to fully grow through. Even though I was in my late 30s, I felt like a little child, the first time I needed their advice, and they were not there for me to call or visit. It is a growing experience, and taught me to be a better father, because of that feeling, but difficult, nonetheless.