Thanks again for everyone's prayers. I feel a little guilty for not having cried yet. But, to be honest I can only feel joy that he has found his way home. I will miss him, but in the Church he will always be with me, as are all whom have gone before us.
Padraig: I feel very safe in saying that your not crying is a sign of faith and knowing that he is happy and not suffering. You will miss him in time, but you can always go to church and send messages up in prayer when you want to share your life with him. (He'll probably be busy. Would he be the type to be found singing with the angels?). God's comfort may be what you are feeling, given how many of us are praying for you and how close you are with Mary. Her love has likely settled upon you to comfort you as you say goodbye and take care of the duties that accompany his passing. I think your reaction is beautiful. Prayers for you and your family for whenever you need them, Kath
Padraig, I too didn't cry when my father died. He had a long happy life and died a peaceful death which brought a sense of completion and peace, along with the sadness of loss. From reading your posts, there have been many blessings for your family at this time and you have shared these blessings with others on this forum and that strenghens people and builds them up spritually. I will pray your Father, for you and your family - but certainly, he is at rest now. Mary
Padraig, I hope you are doing okay and remember that you are in my thoughts and prayers at this time. While I have not lost a family member, I have lost my best friend six years ago and it was the first time I had to deal with the death of someone who was an integral part of my life. I suffered greatly at the time because of the little faith I had, because I now know that faith gives you understanding, that God has put his plan into place and that the person who died is reaping their eternal reward. Please God your great faith and devotion to Christ and to his Blessed Mother will carry you through. I suppose the loss never goes away; you just accept this, I think. That's what's hard sometimes, wishing you could share their company one more time, to hear their words, to listen to their voice, to pour your heart out to in times of trouble. I found the word 'trust' coming to me when things got very bad, when despair took over. We just have to trust that they are still with us, perhaps even closer than ever before, but that our mere human senses cannot perceive this, but our faith can. Shane
