I just had a birthday. Anyone that knows me at all, knows I love my birthday.
Up until March two years ago, the very first call to wish me a happy day, would be from my dad. It was ALWAYS some rhyming wish. I imagine this year it could have been:
You still can run out the door
But watch out age may catch you
Anyway, it would be something like that and it makes sad and happy to think about it.
That is what I love most about Tamarack Grief Resource Center. I can laugh or cry at a memory and I can celebrate that the memory is there and I can throw it in the living. I can live out my full life, the sad of the missing, the happy because of all I get to remember and the in between where both pieces live. I am grateful for the compassion and hope given and celebrated at TGRC, and all that is the duality of living with loss. The people at Tamarack care. They care that you live all the love you are capable and that your person, gets remembered as the important part of your life they were and still remain.
As I sat with my dad during his chemo, he listened to me rattle on about stories and he stopped and said, "Rob, remember me on a mountain trail." I think of that and the softness whispers in the sound of his voice.
Thanks Tamarack for allowing memories to live out loud!