The pain most experience only once or twice in a lifetime is different for everyone. I’m not sure it can be accurately quantified. Mine comes and goes. When it arrives, the sensation is overwhelming and suffocating. The absolute hardest part of loving another person is finding the strength and dignity to allow them to go. When the realization hits that all measures have been exhausted the impact is devastating. You begin to comprehend that the once inevitable occurrence you thought would never happen is staring you directly in the eyes…and in that there is no escape. As an insurmountable emotion of helplessness bombards your every fiber you remember this moment has nothing to do with you. The only truth and resolution you can consider is compassion and grace for the one you must prepare to part ways. Love is selfish in the manner that it is wholly consumable, in that one feels such deep passion for another, and allowing another to pass is furthest from one’s natural extent of decision making. I’ve held it in, bound by the need to remain strong and make the proper cognitive decisions required, all the while knowing the pressure is mounting. The release of finally breaking hurts so much as the innermost filaments of that held dear are annihilated in wave after wave of devastation. I know with time my senses will dull…but I will never forget. I love you Dad.
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