crossing over

a close girlfriend called to tell me her dad has crossed over. he was 81 years old, and suffered from dementia. he spent a couple of nightmarish days suffering MI’s in the hospital prior to slipping away, while surrounded by his loving wife and children.

in short, losing a loved one always hurts. whether you are close or estranged, no matter if you last spent time with them 3 hours ago or 3 years ago.

i can only imagine that it hurts worse when he has just celebrated his birthday, and father’s day is right around the bend.

this lovely sentiment was in the bulletin at his wake, formatted and printed by his granddaughter. i had never met the man, but was quite moved nonetheless. add to it the increasingly popular photo DVD set to music, and several picture collages the family had prepared…and i was reduced to mush.

i know i am incredibly fortunate to still have my daddy on this side, and to watch my son grow into his role as an amazing father to little miss abigail.


death is nothing at all….

i have only slipped into the next room.

i am i, and you are you.

whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

call me by my old familiar name,

speak to me in the easy way you always used.

put no difference into your tone.

wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

laugh as we always laughed

at the little joke we enjoyed together.


play, smile, think of me, pray for me.

let my name ever be the household word that it always was.

let it be spoken without effort,

without the ghost of a shadow on it.


life means all that it ever meant.

it is the same as it ever was;

there is absolute unbroken continuity…

why should i be out of your mind if i am out of sight?

i am waiting for you at an interval,

somewhere very near, just around the corner.

all is well.

-henry scott holland

a heartfelt “happy father’s day” to all of you who are blessed by children, no matter how old, no matter how far away.

there is an extra-special connection between fathers and daughters…no matter how old i become, i will always be my daddy’s “little girl.”

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