Warren Murrell No More

Hey there, So, I’ve been witnessing my dad’s health take a dip over the last few years.

He was a real trooper, and I honestly expected him to stick around longer. Life, however, had other plans, and a massive cerebral hemorrhage swiftly brought his journey to an end. The good part is, he passed surrounded by his family, free from suffering or pain.

Burying a parent is a path we all eventually walk, isn’t it? It’s one of those natural processes we’re lucky (or unlucky) enough to experience.

These past few weeks have been quite a whirlwind. I’ve been surprisingly at peace with my father’s passing, not showing much emotion until this very moment.

I had another one of those moments, a bit on the emotional side. You see, I drive a bus. And every so often, I pass by the funeral home where my father’s remains rest. It hadn’t really crossed my mind until last Thursday. I glanced at the place and had this sudden realization, “Oh my gosh! My father is in there.” Emotions started welling up, and for a moment, I questioned if I could continue driving the bus. Then, a wonderful sense of peace washed over me. Somehow, I just knew he wasn’t there. Call it intuition or something else, but it came from beyond me.

We were like night and day, my dad and I. Yet, strangely alike in many ways.

Oh, how I’m going to miss him.

Always his child, ✨

Cheers, D 🌴🌊