I have to tell the days after my father’s death in point form:
- I stayed with my grandparents in Sydney for two days until they could arrange a flight back to Perth
- My mum, and my two brothers, picked me up from the airport and, during the two hour trip down south to home, we exchanged funny anecdotes about Dad
- The next day it was felt best if I went to see Dad’s corpse in the morgue
- I kissed his freezing cold cheek and got a shock
- Husband-to-be took me for a long drive the day before the funeral
- I couldn’t cry at the funeral service so I tried to make myself cry at the cemetery
- It took two years for me to stop crying for Dad
- My mother kept her own grief away from me
- My brothers kept their own grief away from me
- I went back to work for Inna
- One afternoon, I went into Husband-to-be’s bedroom where he always had his 5-minute afternoon nap
- “Could you give me a hug?” I asked
- He sat up on the edge of his bed and patted the space next to him
- I sat down, nervously, not wanting him to think I was an idiot
- A beautiful, kind smile spread across his face
- He gave me a big hug
- My tears stopped falling
I felt my father’s palm against mine as this time I let myself fall in love.
jmgoyder 
Sweet, honest, courageous sharing. Interesting in point form, and quite poetic. Thank you.
Thanks Gina! Juliex
So beautiful (htb’s smile) and yet so sad (father’s death).
that is wonderful that you had someone to lean on in your sad times
I’m crying! What a beautiful human story.
Don’t cry! That bit’s over now!
Good choice for the writing of this piece.
Wonderfully expressed… I felt your tears as mine… Thank you dear Julie, love, nia
What a lovely things to say, Nia – you are wonderful! Jx
Julie,
You inspire. I’ve nominated you for Beautiful Blogger. If you’d like to accept, just visit me and pick up the award.
Rhonda
Thank you so much Rhonda! I am a bit award-shy so not sure… does that sound ungracious? Yikes!
Not at all. It’s completely up to you. Your link is there for anyone who wants to visit your blog, which is really the whole point. To have others share what we already see in you. Don’t feel obligated, truly. It’s a gesture really.
I’m not sure why I resist these awards – it’s weird! I think you are wonderful!
Well then…it is mutual!
Oh wow. That’s beautiful!
Thanks – a bit hard to write!
What a tough few months you had to go through. It’s nice to know husband to be happened to be there for you, to make things a little more bearable.
Oh he was my hero!
Life is tough and beautiful all at once.
Sure is!
Very moving!
Bella and DiDi
Very bittersweet. C’est la vie. Good morning to you!
Good afternoon!
Oh Julie…I held up till your last line ~ so beautiful!
And I totally believe your father’s palm was resting against yours. ♥♥
Yes!
What a beautiful mix of joy and sorrow.
Thank you so much for all your comments – I really appreciate it!
I’m so sorry..but this is beautifully written.
Oh, okay – thankyou fm!
Exquisite.