Five minutes doesn’t seem to much to ask. Jut 5 little minutes.
As I approach this memorial service for my Dad, family coming up, scattering his ashes at the cabin, I find myself completely unprepared.
Having his sisters and his brother in laws here, having to say those final, final, goodbyes. I don’t’ want to. I want to run away a hide. I want to put it off for two more months. I want to pretend he’s still here, somewhere, waiting.
But I can’t.
The tears come and I can’t stop them.
They overwhelm me at times. Times when even the fast pace of life and the hurdles I face as a single mother can’t even keep me distracted. I just want 5 more minutes with him. Will this feeling ever go away?
Alaska on my mind... 