The Final Step of our Dance on Earth

Friday, 3rd June, 2022 Dad's Funeral Written and read by me Dear Dad, The old saying goes, âItâs better to be late, than dead on timeâ ⊠but what happens when itâs both? It breaks my heart to know you left this world without knowing the noise within my mind. I spent most of my life on an incessant quest to fill the enormous hole inside me, never truly grasping that nothing would ever fit right, because that hole, was shaped like you. I recall feeling invincible atop your shoulders as a tiny girl; and if I close my eyes, I can still feel your arms around me as a womanâthe prodigal daughterâreturned to you at last. This was our dance and we both knew our parts so well. Yet the right words were never said. In the end, each of us slipped further and further away from each other. But your burden is no longer yours to carry. You are home now, at peace, safe in Nannaâs arms once more. Rest easy, Dad. I love you. ...