Today marks the third anniversary of my dad’s passing. The fact that three years have gone by is crazy to me.
Though my life has changed in these three years, grief has warped my sense of time. On one hand, I feel as though I haven’t spoken to my father in a decade. I can’t remember the last full conversation we had, just bits and pieces of it. I am slowly forgetting the sound of his deep-belly laugh and what it was like for him to hug me or give me a high five.
On the other hand, the grief itself feels raw and new. It’s still so hard to get used to the emptiness there is at holidays now that he is no longer there. Every time I see a picture of him the waves of grief come crashing in. Little things like that….
I heard this quote the other day:
“Remembering you is easy; I do it every day.
Missing you is the heartache that never goes away.”
I am learning that this quote will probably always be true. There is a heartache that will always be there. A piece of me gone.
Today, Chris has planned a great day for us. He knows exactly what my heart needs.
If you or someone you know has recently lost a loved one, and need someone to talk with, I would love to talk with you! I know how important it is to have an ear to listen when you are grieving.
Lastly, my hope is in Jesus Christ and I’m so thankful I know without a shadow of a doubt that I will see my dad once again in Heaven and I can’t wait until that joyful reunion!