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... 
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Our thoughts and prayers are with you.
Thank you guys!! I appreciate them greatly and know that is the only way I’m getting through this at times. ❤
I’m sorry you are hurting. Here’s a virtual Hug ((( ))) from me! Wish I could give you a real live one! Take care dear friend!
Thanks Elizabeth! I’ll take a virtual hug anytime! But yes, a real one would be best… one of these days. ❤
No, baby…you just lean to embrace the feelings…Mama and Daddy are always in my thoughts…it brings tears and smiles…always a mixture of emotions…too many years later, I still pretend…and sometimes, for an instant, a wave of panic washes over me that …oh, no…I forgot to do something for them …or I have to run over and give them their meds…no, I would not wish them back into this old world, but I know…just 5 more minutes…I love you, my sweet daughter…
Love you to Mama.