Again.
Most of my life has been about learning lessons….. and well- you can look at my life and see that sometimes I need to do things at least twice to “get it”- to understand much of what life is teaching me. Well one week ago today- I walked away from that “ground” where they placed the body of my Father…..I had cried more than I ever thought I would- again- I had seen more people than I ever thought I would see- again- I had prayed more fervently than I had in a long time- again..I have now gone back to work- again..and yet- no matter how many things were “repeats”…nothing feels the same. I don’t want to complain- I do know he is in a better place- I do know he is happier than we are now- I do know he worked his whole life to go home- but…… I miss him. It is just that simple- nothing flowery or poetic- Just me missing him. Realzing his death and knowing that I have neither of my parents— I miss him- I miss them. Thank you for your continued prayers as I learn a new way of life…..again.
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