Grief — Moving Forward

An Irish Toast: May you be in Heaven a half hour before the Devil knows you're dead.
In Loving Memory of My Father. No Doubt He Made it through the Pearly Gates.

Wednesday my mother gave me artwork and books to remove from her room, the room she formerly shared with my father.

My sister and I grew up with this prayer prominently displayed. I will give the original to my sister to remember our father.

The Arabian horses graced the wall above my father’s desk. I plan to reframe and put them a place of honor in my home.

Green-blue rubbing of three Arabian horses
This rubbing of Arabian horses hung above my Dad’s desk

Yesterday my mother had me take my father’s clothes home with me. She is moving forward.

Dry-eyed, I hugged my mother, articulating what she can no longer say due to aphasia from her stroke. “I miss him, too, Mom. He loved us all so well. We loved him. We miss him.”

More and more lately I’ve cried, both alone and over the phone with my sister.

We are grieving.



24 thoughts on “Grief — Moving Forward

  1. mrs.jenbo December 3, 2018 / 7:44 am

    That’s a beautiful post! So sorry.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Kitt O'Malley December 3, 2018 / 4:22 pm

      Thank you. So sorry to read that your mother was murdered. Anniversaries, like her birthday, must be tough. You have my deepest felt condolences.

      Liked by 1 person

      • mrs.jenbo December 3, 2018 / 4:46 pm

        Thank you. They are tough. I’m so glad I stumbled on to this blog.

        And you have my condolences as well.♥️


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