Snippitts of Illusions

cold, empty sorrow.

There's sorrow here in the valley.
A good friend of mine, Tom, lost his mother, Peggy. She passed away last weekend from complications do to illness.
Today was Peggy's funeral, conducted here in Logan at the LDS ward where his parents attended church. It was touching, listening to Tom's father, Dr. Sherlock speak about his wife. His sister speaking was quite touching.
She was laid to rest at the Logan City Cemetery today, and now the hard part begins.

I lost my father in 1995.
Ironic that word, 'Lost'. It's not accurate. I know exactly where his body is. His soul or spirit? That's debatable, and is not something I'm going to get into here. Tom, his sister, his father, his brother in law, have only just begun the agony of loss.
It's terrible, this loss, and it never truly goes away, just changes it's nature.
I still think of my father nearly everyday.
Sometimes I dream about him.

I'm going to miss Peggy.
I'm going to miss her a great deal. She had her flaws, like all of us. She wasn't infallible, but it was not her fault. Her body's chemicals gave her physical, and mental ailments. It's a tragedy.
I enjoyed Peggy. I'd oft times call for Tom and end up talking to her. She was always happy to speak with me. Always. I don't remember a time she picked up the phone and didn't have a smile in her voice when she answered.

I wish there was something I could do or say to Tom and his father, to help with their anguish. I can honestly only offer my love and friendship.

posted by F.G. Shaw @ 5:09 AM