Yesterday we had my dad’s service and it was one for the books. My dad would be humbled by the kind word each of you whispered to us. We are honored to share the last few days with you, and hope that you will keep us in your prayers as we begin to pick up the pieces and try to return to a normal life. Although i have a feeling life will never be “normal” again. There is one less person at our table, one less laughter in the corner, one less hug at Christmas. Yet I know where my father is today, and his life will be far from normal. He is praising God in Heaven living a much better life than you or i could ever imagine.
This morning i stopped by the church to see if i could help, and it hit me hard. If you have ever lost someone close you know what “it” is. It is the feeling this is all a bad dream, and that he will be right around the next corner. But it is not. We must move on, holding on to the past. Today my sisters head back to Kentucky and Austin, please pray for their trip. Monday I return to work, but I am not prepared for the heavy road ahead. Yet i know my father prepared me for it. Pray for us as we move on. Will life ever be normal again?
Thank you for your stories and words. we continue to share them with each other as a way of moving forward in our grief. Please continue to let us know how our father helped to make your life and our world a better place.