I'm sorry for your great loss, Mandocarrie. What a great tribute you've made to him here, and a touching reminder of what is important in life. I lost my father last May. I had the great fortune to be by his side for the last three weeks of his life, and to hold his hand and speak to him in the moment of his passing. I've often reflected upon just how much I am like him, and the tremendous gift he has bestowed upon me in that respect. Part of the legacy he's passed on to me is the love for art and for music. I would not be writing here today, were it not for his and my mother's infleuence.
I will not diffuse further the lovely sentiments you've shared about your father, with any more of those of mine for my own. Instead I'd like to thank you for yet another chance to reflect upon them in a renewed light. Your father sounds like a remarkable man, and I'm sure would be proud of your tribute to him, and that he's raised such a generous person who would share these sentiments and feelings so openly. The loss of my father is certainly is the most difficult thing I've faced in my lifetime, and time has not made it much easier, as one might think. It is the kind of loss that stays with you always. In reflecting on him like this, I take some comfort in knowing that he is with me always. I still stay up nights thinking about him.
I will also echo your heartfelt advice; do not let these days go by, this fragile and short lifetime we have here, without reaching out daily to those you love. There is no greater gift in this life than love, and the people around us we share it with.
Marco
I will not diffuse further the lovely sentiments you've shared about your father, with any more of those of mine for my own. Instead I'd like to thank you for yet another chance to reflect upon them in a renewed light. Your father sounds like a remarkable man, and I'm sure would be proud of your tribute to him, and that he's raised such a generous person who would share these sentiments and feelings so openly. The loss of my father is certainly is the most difficult thing I've faced in my lifetime, and time has not made it much easier, as one might think. It is the kind of loss that stays with you always. In reflecting on him like this, I take some comfort in knowing that he is with me always. I still stay up nights thinking about him.
I will also echo your heartfelt advice; do not let these days go by, this fragile and short lifetime we have here, without reaching out daily to those you love. There is no greater gift in this life than love, and the people around us we share it with.
Marco