What happens when one dies with unresolved issues?
What happens when the heart stops beating while still yearning for answers?
I worry about my father’s soul.
Dementia took him back to a not so good moment in his late life.
He was looking for mom and looking for answers.
Answers that only mom knew in her heart.
I do believe that mom eventually passed in peace.
One morning she took her last breath and that was it.
I worry about dad because he cries yearning for understanding.
I try to tell him it happened decades ago and that mom is now in heaven.
But he refuses to accept it.
“Rina, help me to understand.”
This is hard for me because I dare not speak for mom.
I try to divert his attention to the present moment.
He continues to weep in anguish.
This has brought me sleepless nights.
I think about his soul and pray that it doesn’t linger when that day comes.
To carry a broken heart to one’s death is heavy.
One can brush it off as a dementia moment.
However, I do not for one moment believe it’s dementia talking.
Dad carried his burdens with dignity.
In this last stretch his vulnerability finally breaks open.
Oh! how he loved mom.
But unable to let go of that moment that happened a long time ago….