Deathday
Today is my father’s deathday—John R. Clarke, 1920 – 2015. We will all have one. No one gets out of this alive.
I have seen several photos of my Dad already this morning and hope others will post pictures of him. This is the one from that day that keeps coming back to me. He breathed his last 14 minutes into the day. What a vivid memory that is. So this photo records a liminal time for me. I remember being held by these beautiful women and holding them, mutually.
I didn’t know the term “bridging” yet but, my God, was I standing on one.
Always Bridging 
Initially, I was not comfortable with your terminology…’death day’ seems severe but then I thought, geez, Mel. What does it say that you are the one getting into all this bereavement work and support; where is the uncomfortable part coming from?’ I will seat with that for now.. love the photo and the memory of those precious moments of being there for each other.
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Such great smiles and loving open expressions in this photo of family. Lovely way to remember him!
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