Tomorrow, the 26th of March, is six years since my Dad had a seizure that began his last seven weeks of life. Of course, we did not know that at the time. But what continues to amaze me is how my body holds the memories.
I won’t go through each day for the next seven weeks, remembering each moment, but there is something in my body that reminds me of these weeks. There is a sweetness in the remembering. I will listen more quickly to some places where his voice is recorded and read through some areas where I can remember his words.
My Facebook memories will remind me of the updates we posted. So many good friends shared good prayers and words of peace; they comfort our hearts still six years later. And so, this is a season of remembering the days of living before the dying, remembering the tension of living fully present before saying goodbye, holding the sweet moments in the sorrow, and being grateful for all my Dad offered us in day-to-day living. Six years later, the grandkids seem grown and have become delightful young adults.
So much time has passed, but I am confident that my Dad lived well and died well. I am convinced that although we miss him daily, he lived fully until his last breath. I remind myself of those things when my body remembers the deep ache of the journey. I remind myself I am not in that season of living, but it is six years later, and all will be well. 
I wonder what kind of memories your body remembers and carries with you? Only you know, but it is good to journal and think through what your body needs to say about all it holds. Could you give it a listen? I bet you will not be disappointed. ❤️ trish
It’s very hard losing A parent You think about them all the time? My Dad. has been gone 9 years. Praying for peace for you. As you remember these days as They go by.