I spent most of my day celebrating the father of my two girls. And yes, celebration was in order. He is a wonderful and sweet Dada, as Sonia calls him. He is tender, loving, engaged and, most of all, absolutely silly and goofy. We love him with all our hearts and couldn’t be luckier to have a father, a husband, a friend like Herb.
Even amidst the celebration, my Dad was in the back of my mind. I almost didn’t pause to really give him my full attention. I think I was hoping that the day would pass without tears. And mostly it did. Finally, though, I made the time to sit (meditate). And within minutes, I was sobbing uncontrollably. It was as if my body had a mind of its own. To be honest, my mind has come to terms with my Dad passing seven years prior. I know that we will all move on. Everything is transient. I understand that. But body and heart have a different way of coping. And today it was through the tears and the sobbing, even if for only a few minutes. It was in the quiet place of solitude that I could allow myself to be present to those feelings.
I have a lot to be thankful for, but it’s ok for the heart to feel slightly heavy now and again. I just have to be brave enough to allow the feelings to come and have space, knowing that they too will pass when the time is right.