Yes, strangely enough it felt like I was able to be fully present throughout the process. I was able to make clear decisions, to to be his primary caregiver in the final weeks, and to be with him, holding his hand when he passed. Caring for him--the man who gave everything for me to have the life I have--was the most meaningful thing I've ever done. As was giving his eulogy.If you can live your life without avoidance or grasping you are free. It sounds like you were able to experience that during your dad's passing. How has it been since then?
The overall experience is very difficult to put into words, but I wasn't resistant to any of it. It felt as if resisting the experience would make it emotionally unbearable, so I allowed it, and met it with grace and compassion.
Since then, I've been back to work and engaged with various creative projects to keep me occupied. I reflect on the experience and a part of me misses looking after him. And a massive part of me simply just misses him. But I pause and allow the silence to wash over me, and somehow, it feels like he's here, but just in a different form. Everywhere and in everything.
I ask myself if I can just keep meeting life the way I met it when my dad was dying. The answer is yes. Alert compassion is what it feels like. When I think about the experience, thoughts feel chaotic and there's a sense of emotional turmoil, but under it all this stillness is available. It was available through all of the most challenging aspects of being by my dad's side. And it is here now. It feels like a benevolent energy passing through, and that I don't really control it.

