Your beloved wife has been with the angels
Your time has now come, our hearts ever faithful
For you wear your wings now, as you soar beside Mom
Two more angels in Heaven, as we play your song
Swaying to the oldies, you both loved to dance
The timing is now for your second chance
Lauren Scott 2017
(Today is the two-month anniversary of my Dad’s death. The
grieving process shifts from one stage to another. It’s still with us –
we miss our parents, but knowing they’re together again grants us
comfort and peace. These are just two photos of many more that
will be cherished forever.) 💕
40 thoughts on “Dear Dad,”
With time the sadness of loss will give way to the cherished memories. Thanks for sharing, Lauren.
I know it will, and that’s what I’m counting on, John. Grieving simply hurts too much. Thank you for your kind words.
A prayer for you. ❤
My heart is with you Lauren.. And yes they are together, and while grief has to take its time to heal.. I know you will look back with happy fond memories of many happy times of togetherness you all had a family..
Much love to you all Lauren.. xxx ❤
Thanks so much, Sue, for your comforting words. I can’t believe it’s been two months already. Time flies and heals, and I’m looking forward to the healing…love to you, too, my friend xo
❤ Hugs right back ❤
Hugs and prayers…
Thanks so much, Bette. We can never have too many…❤
Dad’s ….I do not remember if I knew your Dad died. Grieving is a process of two steps forward and three steps back. Some days are better than others ….my thoughts are with you as we both go through the grieving process .
But remembering the best of times. I just have a lot to work through.
Hugs to you.
Thanks for your consoling words, Linda. Dad passed on August 7th, and I posted two poems last month: “What About Us Now?” and “The Roses” if you’d like to read them. I hadn’t written in so long, then suddenly from Dad’s passing, I became inspired, but out of grief, not joy. It was tough, and then realizing that my sisters and I no longer have living parents was even more surreal. Yes, never forgetting, but remembering always.
I know you’re going through the same thing, and it’s difficult, to say the least. I do know that time heals, so I hope that you find peace soon, too. Hugs and prayers…
May you be comforted by the outpouring of love surrounding you.
Thank you, Mihran. I truly appreciate your soothing words.
Poetry possesses magnificent healing powers Lauren. It is nice to immerse in words of self-solace to reconcile ourselves to the hard facts of life. Grief can’t be erased but it can be mitigated with time. Thanks for sharing lovely pics of your family.
You said it so beautifully, Balroop. I had lost all inspiration and desire to write since January. Then my Dad passes and I become inspired. Sad, but true, yet all poetry does not exude sunshine. He was a big fan of my writing and books and all this in his nineties. He was remarkable. Mom’s eyesight declined before I began this journey, so she wasn’t able to participate. Anyway, writing does provide an outlet for all emotions of the heart, and it has done that for my grieving. Thanks for your lovely comment and also about my photos. ❤
Dear Lauren – My arms are around. My thoughts surround you. Virginia
Thanks so much, Virginia. I appreciate your comforting words. Time will heal, and its process is slowly beginning. ❤
Oh dearest Lauren, this is deep. You poured your heart onto this.
My love to you and your family.
We cannot replace your parents..
But we are here for you. Love you loads. 💞💞
Thanks so much, Maureen! This is the third poem I wrote, but I hadn’t shared it yet. The healing is beginning, while the memories flood into my mind and heart, warming my soul, once again. Sometimes, out of the blue, tears will fall, but that is to be expected. It’s the same for my sisters, as well. Anyway, thank you for your friendship and love. Sending hugs! ❤💚💜💙
Sending you much love your way. Let the tears roll. They are there for that. Hugs 🤗💞
Thanks, my friend, and I hope you have a lovely Sunday. Many hugs back! 💝💝
Sending you hugs, prayers, and comforting thoughts, Lauren. ❤❤
Thanks so much, my friend…💕
Another lovely tribute to your parents. It is so sad to have them not with us anymore isn’t it? My sincere sympathies as you grieve their loss.
Thanks so much, Ian, What will be difficult is all the “firsts” that come along and little anniversaries, such as the 7th, two months since his passing. But I appreciate your comforting words, and I know time will heal. It has already begun…
So sorry for your loss, Lauren.It takes a long time to come to terms with such things.
Thanks so much, Binky. I know time heals, and even though I’m still grieving, there are various degrees, so I’m doing better than I was two months ago.
Acted out personally
Oh, this is perfect, Ben. Thank you! Truly a new understanding now in a new life for us all. ❤
Here’s to universal truths.
Thank you! 💗
How wonderful that we can express as we do for our loved ones lost, Lauren. The beauty of wonderful memories brings such balance. Time is the greatest healer; such healing is never deemed to take away from their earthly presence, merely a restful balance, a greater acceptance. Still, the hurt lingers a lifetime long, if for no other reason, a reminder of their importance in our lives all along.
Thanks again, Don, and how eloquently you write, as well. I agree with all you said. Of course, now with the holidays we face some “firsts” with Thanksgiving acting as number one. So, a few tears were shed missing our parents’ presence, and that will happen at Christmas. Then time will continue to carry us through as the memories sustain us. They’ll always be in our hearts. Wishing you a wonderful week ahead, my friend…
Thank you, Lauren. May you and yours be blessed throughout this special time of year.
Dear Lauren, I feel some kind of comfort reading you. I guess memories are now your best friends, even if I guess we never overcome loss of our loved ones.
Sending you hugs accross the ocean ❤️❤️
Wow, Marie, thanks for diving into my archives. I can’t believe my dad’s been gone for almost six years. And my mom passed eleven years ago. The passing of time is so surreal. And my assumption is that as writers grow older, lingering memories become the fodder for poetry and stories. At least they do for me. I don’t know if you read my recent story, it stems from another memory as well. Thanks for the hugs! Sending some back to you! 💗💗💗