"what matters our creative endless toil,
when at a snatch, oblivion ends the coil?"
V's dad moved out of our world on the 15th of last month. but he lived his life the way he wanted to. people may say he ignored his health for his work, but work was what kept him alive. it kept him happy. to me, that is what matters the most. as they say, it's not how u die that matters, it's how u lived.
they also say god gives every person only those many burdens as they can carry. i realized the truth of that saying after seeing my MIL. knowing that u'll never again see the person u've spent over 40 years with is no small task. she's an amazingly strong woman. i've rarely come across anyone who's as practical and as emotional as she is. knowing that she would be okay helped us get back to our routines here.
life sure has changed for all of us. how and to what extent - only time will tell. it's too soon to grasp all of it. but even though we may seemingly move on with our lives, "dad" will be conspicuous by his absence.