The Grief of Fathers |
By Terry Jago |
In the early days of my grief,
a tear would well up in my eyes, a lump would form in my throat, but you would not know, I would hide it, and I am strong. In the middle days of my grief, I would look ahead and see that wall that I had attempted to go around as an ever-present reminder of a wall yet unscaled. Yet I did not attempt to scale it for the strong will survive and I am strong. In the later days of my grief, I learned to climb over that wall step by step remembering, crying, grieving, and the tears flowed steadily as I painstakingly went over. The way was long, but I did make it, for I am strong. Near the resolution of my grief, a tear will well up in my eyes, a lump will form in my throat, but I will let that tear fall and you will see it. Through it you will see that I still hurt and I care, for I am stong. |