In the Wake of Pain and the Gold of Care

“How’s your back doing?” my father would ask with a hope-you’re-okay smile from across the dinner table.

He struggled to remember many things during the last years of his life, but he remembered that my back was hurting. Perhaps he worried, knowing at his age how pain can accumulate and weigh us down. I felt that weight on the morning my mother called to tell me he’d died. That news hurt like nothing I’d experienced before . . .

Excerpted from the essay “In the Wake of Pain and the Gold of Care” in today’s A Kintsugi Life blog. Click here to read more.

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  1. Dear Callie, I see that there is another new post. Losing a parent is one of life’s most difficult experiences. My own father has now been gone more than 10 years and my mother just a little more than a year. Having lived in Japan, I can relate to the idea of kintsugi gold that fills in the cracks of brokenness and appreciate your way of integrating it into the description of your own journey deeply. Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts and your ways of moving forward with us.

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    1. Dear Deb, thanks for this note. Losing a parent IS so very difficult, and it’s good to know one isn’t alone in experiencing it that way. 😃 Wishing you moments of comfort and blessing in your own way forward.

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