It is not easy for me express my feelings in other language. I hope that you know understand.
The last sunday my father died. He simply fell asleep and did not wake up. After to suffer for three years a cancer quite aggressive, he died. He was 78 years old, and lived a difficult life. At an early age his father sent him to the Catholic boarding school with hoping that he was a priest. Thereby, he was separated from a loving mother. His mother nothing can to do for avoid it.
He grew and after of difficult desitions he married with my mother and he formed his family.
He was a loving father, affectionate, and respectful of my individuality (and of my brothers). He was a fervent catholic, but when I and my brothers decided go to our own way, he was respectful, and though I know he suffered for that, he fell silent and accompanied us lovingly. He made mistakes, but he never denied me the most important thing a human being needs: love and respect.
Despite his catholic belief he was a seeker. The first book of Castaneda that I read (The fire from within) I took from his library.
His death was the first lost of a being loved that I experienced. This meant for me a new experience, and though I love him and really miss him, I have learned so much with it.
I am fine, in fact I not feel emotionally perturbed. I feel calm and, somehow, at peace.
In his wake I could see the pain of others, and at one point I found myself consoling to others. This was strange for me, I felt that maybe something was wrong. I thought in that, and though I wandered around on the matter, I feel that my feelings and acts was genuine. I felt compasive and really I felt the pain of those who loved my father. He was a teacher for 50 years and many people loved him and respected him. So many people came to leave a last goodbye.
I hope that his soul (or his consciousness, or whatever survives death) is at peace, and that his belief are not an obstacle in his path "to the light" and in his next cycle.
The last sunday my father died. He simply fell asleep and did not wake up. After to suffer for three years a cancer quite aggressive, he died. He was 78 years old, and lived a difficult life. At an early age his father sent him to the Catholic boarding school with hoping that he was a priest. Thereby, he was separated from a loving mother. His mother nothing can to do for avoid it.
He grew and after of difficult desitions he married with my mother and he formed his family.
He was a loving father, affectionate, and respectful of my individuality (and of my brothers). He was a fervent catholic, but when I and my brothers decided go to our own way, he was respectful, and though I know he suffered for that, he fell silent and accompanied us lovingly. He made mistakes, but he never denied me the most important thing a human being needs: love and respect.
Despite his catholic belief he was a seeker. The first book of Castaneda that I read (The fire from within) I took from his library.
His death was the first lost of a being loved that I experienced. This meant for me a new experience, and though I love him and really miss him, I have learned so much with it.
I am fine, in fact I not feel emotionally perturbed. I feel calm and, somehow, at peace.
In his wake I could see the pain of others, and at one point I found myself consoling to others. This was strange for me, I felt that maybe something was wrong. I thought in that, and though I wandered around on the matter, I feel that my feelings and acts was genuine. I felt compasive and really I felt the pain of those who loved my father. He was a teacher for 50 years and many people loved him and respected him. So many people came to leave a last goodbye.
I hope that his soul (or his consciousness, or whatever survives death) is at peace, and that his belief are not an obstacle in his path "to the light" and in his next cycle.
