There is not a day that goes by when I do not think of him in some way. Sometimes it is a thought of how smooth his skin was, how soft his hair was, or some other generic thought. Most day’s it hits me out of no where…the thought, “I wish I could go speak to my dad today”, or “I wish today I could go home and be near where he and my mom built their lives together”. I could honestly handle losing both my parents within 5 years of each other if there was something solid to hold onto. Or maybe if I had simply had the choice to sell out or keep the home that they loved and built together, it would somehow be more okay. It is devastating to know that my dad wanted nothing more than to be placed on his land with my mom and still after nearly a year…his ashes sit in an urn in the living room where I am staying, while she is there where he put her…waiting on his return. There should be some law that makes it so that a person’s final wishes must be kept or the person who denies their final wish will be put into a jail cell…missing out on something that they desire in life.
Pray for Jack Parkinson
I know that my dad is gone and some say that once that happens, the person knows nothing more. But he was so unhappy being taken advantage of during the final year of his life by those he trusted the most, that I cannot help but think he needs closure. I believe in my heart that he isn’t resting peacefully because he is in an urn rather than with my mom. I believe in my soul that he will not rest as long as someone else is holding his land, the land that he was tricked into giving away. I beg everyone who reads this to pray that I will be successful so that my dad can go home and the two of them can be together in death as they wanted to be. It isn’t fair to keep their ashes apart in death because of a group of people’s greed in life. Pray for us all, please.