Death is the mystery that is present in the heart of life

My father died of pneumonia, "the old man's friend", on April 14, 2006. He was a good man, and was well-respected by many people and well-loved by his family. The last few years, his health wasn't good, and it was hard for us to see such an energetic, lively man laid low by old age. You say, it's a blessing for him, but for us, we mourn his passing.
Last week, I went to my parents' gravesite and planted black-eyed susans, forget-me-nots, hostas and a burning bush. As I drove off from the cemetery with David in his Volvo, I whispered "Bye Mom, bye Dad" and I began to cry.