I'm so sorry for your loss, Mr. Archer.
As one who still grieves for her father, who died just over 2 years ago, all I can say is -- grief isn't a thing -- it's a process. It's not the flu, something to be gotten through and gotten over. It lives with you constantly, and even as it grows smaller and smaller, it is still always there.
My I suggest reading Joan Didion and C.S. Lewis.
So very, very, very sorry.
I am so sorry for your loss. Please know that you are in my family's thoughts and prayers at this difficult time.
Jane said it so well. You have to get back to your stuff, but the grief stays with you. Take care, Archer.
My thoughts are with you in this troublesome time.
I'm so sorry. My thoughts and prayers go with you.
I mourn with you. He rests in peace and honor.
Sorry for your monumental loss. The mere thought of my father's demise destroys me. Your love and admiration for him are clear here.
Condolences. Your post made me think of one passage, which though spoken by a smiling damned villian, still serves as a cold bath to counter hot grief. Claudius is the speaker:
'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,
To give these mourning duties to your father:
But, you must know, your father lost a father;
That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound
In filial obligation for some term
To do obsequious sorrow: but to persever
In obstinate condolement is a course
Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief;
It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,
A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,
an understanding simple and unschool'd:
For what we know must be and is as common
As any the most vulgar thing to sense,
Why should we in our peevish opposition
Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven,
A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
To reason most absurd: whose common theme
Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,
From the first corse till he that died to-day,
"This must be so."
Jane: Thank you. I will read them. I like Samuel Johnson's Rambler No. 47 and hereby confess that I stole its ideas for my post. My dad and Johnson both said that about soliders, though only one had actually seen battle.
Traci: Thank you.
Paula: Thank you.
Throckey: Thank you.
Linda: Thank you.
Don: Thanks. He was a WWII veteran who fought with the U.S. Army in the Pacific.
Annie--thanks. Say what you have to say to your parents, while there is time.
Grapes--Thanks. Its odd--by coincidence I saw a local performance of Hamlet a few days before, and I'd been thinking about Claudius's speech.
Catching up with the world and just now read this post. So very sorry, Mr. Archer.
Dear One, I am so sorry. I know what it is like.
Sylvia: Thank you.
Bernita: Thank you, and good to have you back.
Hey, I just today returned to the blogging world and saw this. I'm sorry for your loss.
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