Those were such hard days for my family and myself. Even with the years that have passed, I am taken to those moments in an instant. I will never forget them. I also will never forgot all the wonderful happy memories we shared either. I make sure those far outweigh the hard ones!
It’s such a process, grief. No time frame at all. No right or wrongs. If you are reading this and you have had a loss, I hope you know that it’s okay to grieve and miss your loved one in your own way. And if you haven’t but know someone who has, I encourage you to give grace and be patient. It’s a journey with many twists and turns. Allow for days of quiet, days of talking endlessly of the times shared, moments that you’d thought they would be there for. It’s okay. I have had people say that it’s been years, move on! Time will heal all your wounds if you let it. I’ll be honest, I don’t think I’ll ever just move on! I move forward because life does, even when it’s hard. Now, I am not saying stay in the moment of that loss and never start to see outside of it, but I am saying that it is okay take your time to get there. There is no magic day that it will all be better and you won’t miss them…not on earth at least! Time may not heal all wounds but it does put distance from the raw emotions from when it first happened. It’s more like a scar now, you brush your hand over it and recall how you got it. It never quite fades, it’s with you each day, but it’s not as painful as it once was.
What helps me is to know there are no goodbyes in Christ. I know someday I’ll see my Dad again. I picture God smiling as he lets him greet me. He’ll come running up in his flannel shirt, maybe a few Twizzlers sticking out of his pocket and a big warm smile! He’ll say, “Hey, Pup! I missed you!” and give me the biggest hug ever. Heaven!
To my Dad – Thank you for loving me and for liking me! For showing me what to look for in a man. For trips to the hardware store and teaching me to play “You are my Sunshine” on the harmonica. For the stories and laughing till we laugh-cried. Thank you for loving my husband and treating him like your own. He so desired that type of father-son relationship and he loved you for it. He misses you too and wishes dearly you were here. And lastly, thank you for loving my kids. Man alive I thought you loved us girls growing up, but grandkids are a whole other ball game! They were so little when you had to go but you left a huge impact on them. They are better people for knowing you. You were the best Papa hands down! We love and miss you more than words could say.
Have a Happy Heavenly Father’s Day!
I so hope today you give your Dad, Step-Dad, Father-in-law, Grandpa, Uncles and those who filled the shoes of a Father when maybe yours couldn’t, the biggest hug you have ever given them and tell them you love them!