Small Devastation’s

Small devastation’s:

we are all marked by some form of loss, each of us — and from the moment we come into the world, perhaps even well before, it’s continuous, small devastation’s that life offers through its course, and it seems we become somewhat immune to their notice, scarred and hardened from such an early age. It’s the largeness of a loss that brings this back to focus, how fragile life is and the temporariness of all we cherish and hold dear. Yet nothing prepares for a loved ones absence, always being taken too soon when our moments together are counted through the measure of love.

I miss my father deeply.

but also, I think of those small devastation’s, losses accumulated through life, and my father had a long one, 94 years old, and so close to making it to 95, so close, yet it was his time to let go, and as always he did so with grace and final lessons to teach me. Every moment of life is a letting go of some sort, some of those small devastation’s, others with a more immediate and lasting impact on our lives. Through his last few months my father lost his ability to walk unaided, his sense of independence, and so many little things that are easily taken for granted, just simple joys of motion and activities once performed with ease. His last days were filled with continuous loss, small devastation’s and he never once complained, not did he suffer…