Today, November 11th, 2011, is the 40th anniversary of my father's death. I can hardly believe 40 years had gone by since the day when my world turned upside down. I was 12 years old when my assumptive world broke into pieces. I stayed still and did not want to move without him. I wanted to remain a shadow and immerse myself in grief and pain. Life stopped having meaning. He was my hero. He was my teacher. He was my strength. Suddenly I was left without north. I wanted to remain still.
But...even if I wanted to forget about life...life did not forget about me. It pushed me, even without my own awareness, to continue growing and continue living.
Little by little I learned to adjust to a new world without the physical presence of my father, and have been able to carry his love and teachings in my heart. It is because of this great loss that I embarked myself in this journey of helping others facing a loss or difficult transition. I understood that in order to heal I needed to confront my grief face to face. I could not cannot ignore it. I could not pretend everything was the same and above all....I realized we never forget our loved one. We learn to live with the loss integrated in our lives because...there is life after a loss and we can transform it.
I was recently invited to a radio show and we talked about eternal love. This is the love I feel for my father. When we lose a loved one, our love does not end.
As long as we have our loved one in our minds and our hearts, they continue living!
As we transform our loss we can change our lives...
Ligia/11
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