Memorial for My Father
It's March 30th is the 32nd anniversary of my father's passing.
Every year, I follow the Jewish tradition of lighting a Yahrzeit
(memorial) candle and reciting the Kaddish (mourner's prayer) for my father.
However, today I realized the connection to the years.
I was 32 when my father passed away and the memories of that day
still brightly resonate in my heart and mind.
Miss Me, But Let Me Go
When I come to the end of the road,
And the sun has set for me,
I want not rites in a gloom filled room,
Why cry for a soul set free.
Miss me a little, but not too long,
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we shared,
Miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey that we all must take,
And each must go, alone.
It’s all part of a master plan,
A journey far from home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart,
Go to the friends we know,
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,
Miss me, but let me go.
And 32 years later, I still miss my father, Alexander I. Newman.
However, today I joyfully celebrate my father's life and
his great grandson's two month old birthday.
Jonah Alexander resembles his father,
who resembles my father,
who I'm confident would be laughing,
knowing that his DNA won't let go!
Sheila N. Glazov, Author and Personality Type Expert who offers workshop, keynote and training programs.
Please, visit my website to learn more about your Brain Colors, my What Color Is Your Brain? book and workshops. 10% of the royalties from the sale of my book is allocated to JDRF (Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation)
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Every year, I follow the Jewish tradition of lighting a Yahrzeit
(memorial) candle and reciting the Kaddish (mourner's prayer) for my father.
However, today I realized the connection to the years.
I was 32 when my father passed away and the memories of that day
still brightly resonate in my heart and mind.
Miss Me, But Let Me Go
When I come to the end of the road,
And the sun has set for me,
I want not rites in a gloom filled room,
Why cry for a soul set free.
Miss me a little, but not too long,
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we shared,
Miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey that we all must take,
And each must go, alone.
It’s all part of a master plan,
A journey far from home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart,
Go to the friends we know,
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,
Miss me, but let me go.
And 32 years later, I still miss my father, Alexander I. Newman.
However, today I joyfully celebrate my father's life and
his great grandson's two month old birthday.
Jonah Alexander resembles his father,
who resembles my father,
who I'm confident would be laughing,
knowing that his DNA won't let go!
Sheila N. Glazov, Author and Personality Type Expert who offers workshop, keynote and training programs.
Please, visit my website to learn more about your Brain Colors, my What Color Is Your Brain? book and workshops. 10% of the royalties from the sale of my book is allocated to JDRF (Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation)
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Sheila,
Thank you for sharing your Father's wisdom in many posts. You honor him nobly. While the passage of time can diminish the weight of the grief, the reality of missing someone is a burden that can linger forever.
~Mari
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You are most welcome and I am honored by your gracious words. The hole in your heart, never completely heals. Thank you! Sheila
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I love him too! And my memories of him enter my mind several times throughout each year :-) That was a wonderful family of brothers and all gave so much to our lives...
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Yes, I know you did and he loved you! How blessed we are to have been loved and raised by incredible "New"man men!
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this poem is just beautiful
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Thank you!
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