From one daddys girl to all, please hug them while you can. Today one of my best friends is in mourning over the passing of her father. And I sit here and reflect over the last 14 years since dads brain aneurysms. Today is pastoral appreciation day. 14 years ago my father prepared the sermon for his church and was to deliver the message. I remember handing over what he had put together to another member who stood in his place. They said there wasnt a dry eye in the house but I didnt go that Sunday. They didnt expect him to survive, but he did. The cost was him losing his independence, most of his memories and the ability to be himself. I still dream that he talks to me like normal and tells me stories. Watching him little by little vanish into this shell of a body he has left. I pray today for the healing of hearts knowing that when our loved ones leave us that they are restored whole and waiting for us in heaven to catch up. The holes left in our hearts are not meant to be filled, they are the reminder that we have loved so deeply that our souls will ache until we are reunited.
Posted on: Sun, 12 Oct 2014 11:35:52 +0000
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