This last month I lost one of the best men I ever knew. My father passed away after suffering from an unexpected brain bleed. He was an amazing man and will be missed by many. Truly one of a kind!
But that's a different post, for a different day and for a totally different blog.
With his passing, I have had a lot of time to think about what happens when our loved ones pass. I don't mean what happen happens to them. I know that there is life after death and that there is also purpose, that we continue our progression in the next life.
What I mean is how much of my life will my dad be able to see? I mean, when he lived far away I could trick him into thinking I was this wonderful daughter who had a clean house, never yelled at his grandchildren, always got along with her husband and showered everyday. I'm not sure I convinced him all the time, but I tried.
But now.....
Can he look down and see my messy house? Can he hear me yelling at my children? Does he see me when I roll my eyes at my husband? Or smell me when I've skipped a shower...or two? How much...or how little...does he get to see of the real me? The raw me? The unfiltered me?
It sure makes me want to live better.
