Post by admin sammi on May 14, 2015 23:08:21 GMT -5
This just kind of a little something I wrote and... Well, I guess I wanted to share it with you guys.
It's raining.
Ever since my dad passed away, I think I love the rain so much more than what I did. Even thunderstorms don't seem to bother me the way that they once did. You see, my dad loved the rain and loved thunderstorms even more.
Since his passing, every time it's stormed, I've felt this overwhelming sense of peace. Sure, the big claps of thunder still startle me now and then, but it's offered me another way to connect with my dad, with something that he loved so much.
I don't do a lot of the things that he did, because I'm not the person that he was. But he is still a part of me and my mom has said that every day, I get a little more like him. Maybe that's why I find peace in the rain, maybe that's why I look forward to seeing rain in the forecast.
Rain can symbolize a lot of things. Most often it is seen as tears and sorrow, but it also represents cleansing and renewal. For me, rain is comfort, it is familiar, and it washes away the pain - if only for a little while. Rain is a smile in the dark, a hug when I'm alone and a reminder of a love that will always surround me. It reminds me that no matter how terrible and alone and low that I'm feeling, I will never really be alone.
As a writer, as an imaginative person, I look for the symbolism in everything. I look for that cardinal that represents a lost loved one come to visit, I look for pennies and dimes, I look for the heart shaped rocks that my dad used to collect to give my mom and I. I notice the items on store shelves that he would have loved, the way his clothes still carry his scent, the way that I can feel warm even when it's cold outside, and the way the TV and lights outside seem to turn themselves on and off.
All of this and more, I look for. But I don't have to look for the rain, because it makes itself known when it's there. And with the rain comes comfort. Comfort in knowing that he's here, that he will always be here. He lives on in me and all around me.
I love and miss my dad with every passing day. Some days it's easier, but other days I just break down. I feel so incredibly alone.
And then it rains.
It's raining.
Ever since my dad passed away, I think I love the rain so much more than what I did. Even thunderstorms don't seem to bother me the way that they once did. You see, my dad loved the rain and loved thunderstorms even more.
Since his passing, every time it's stormed, I've felt this overwhelming sense of peace. Sure, the big claps of thunder still startle me now and then, but it's offered me another way to connect with my dad, with something that he loved so much.
I don't do a lot of the things that he did, because I'm not the person that he was. But he is still a part of me and my mom has said that every day, I get a little more like him. Maybe that's why I find peace in the rain, maybe that's why I look forward to seeing rain in the forecast.
Rain can symbolize a lot of things. Most often it is seen as tears and sorrow, but it also represents cleansing and renewal. For me, rain is comfort, it is familiar, and it washes away the pain - if only for a little while. Rain is a smile in the dark, a hug when I'm alone and a reminder of a love that will always surround me. It reminds me that no matter how terrible and alone and low that I'm feeling, I will never really be alone.
As a writer, as an imaginative person, I look for the symbolism in everything. I look for that cardinal that represents a lost loved one come to visit, I look for pennies and dimes, I look for the heart shaped rocks that my dad used to collect to give my mom and I. I notice the items on store shelves that he would have loved, the way his clothes still carry his scent, the way that I can feel warm even when it's cold outside, and the way the TV and lights outside seem to turn themselves on and off.
All of this and more, I look for. But I don't have to look for the rain, because it makes itself known when it's there. And with the rain comes comfort. Comfort in knowing that he's here, that he will always be here. He lives on in me and all around me.
I love and miss my dad with every passing day. Some days it's easier, but other days I just break down. I feel so incredibly alone.
And then it rains.