GRIEF KNOWS NO COLOR

What’s up bloggers and bloggetts, it’s your girl you know who with another you know what for your reading and viewing pleasure. Before we even get into today’s topic this post is not to make you cry or feel bad. It’s just my way of dealing with the situation and my goal is that it will help someone else who maybe having some of the same experiences.

GRIEF KNOWS NO COLOR

Some of you reading this may be aware and for others maybe not but just 2.5 short months ago I lost my dad. He was just 73 years young. As I’m sure you can imagine death is never easy and for me it has been difficult as I lost my mother almost 20 years ago at the age of 53 so not having both my parents here is a pain I can’t even describe.
As I stated earlier I wrote this in hopes that it would help someone else.

GRIEF KNOWS NO COLOR

My dad is what you would call a real ladies man. Why am I telling you this because it would explain the 11 children he had.
Having to make the ultimate decisions about his life was one of the hardest things I had to do. Don’t get me wrong, I ran everything by my siblings but ultimately it was my decision. Why you might ask oh yeah I forget to tell you….I’m the oldest.

I had to make a lot of choices during this time but one of the hardest things I had to do was to make the decision to put my dad in Hospice care. I knew what hospice was but this was my first time dealing with this type of service and I wasn’t really sure what to expect. When the hospice team introduced themselves I was very pleased with the entire staff and how they took care of us not in just that moment but since his passing.

GRIEF KNOWS NO COLOR

Just recently the hospice service had what they call a SERVICE OF REMEMBERANCE for all those they had lost just this year and I wanted to be in attendance. I wanted to see exactly what they did. When we  arrived the address was to a funeral home and my comment to my sister was they can’t be serious not a funeral home but it was actually held in the chapel.

The entire lower level was packed so we had to sit upstairs. As they started the service they read the names, gave a rose to the family members and allow you to speak if you chose. As I sat there looking over the crowd all I saw was people. Not black, white, brown or any other color you could think of JUST PEOPLE. It was in that moment that I realized

GRIEF KNOWS NO COLOR

As everyone got up to speak they cried, shed a tear, shared a memory and said whatever they needed to honor their loved ones they did just that. As my dad’s name was called I decided to say a few words. One of the things I said to the crowd was that GRIEF KNOWS NO COLOR.
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