Yesterday marked four years since my Daddy went Home. There are days where it seems I just talked to him last week and other times where I feel a lifetime of memories have been lived. The days are getting easier and the bad days are fewer and farther apart, but I still miss him.
Especially when my kids do something I know would make him laugh or smile. When our family has news to share with one another, it feels like something is missing. When my little ones see pictures of him and say they don’t remember…it breaks my heart. I know he knew them, but they didn’t know him.
I was lucky to grow up with all four of my grandparents. In fact, they lived within 15 miles of us my entire life. I have such special relationships with each of them and it wasn’t until 13 years ago that I lost one of them. I was blessed. And I can’t help but think that my kids are missing out on a wonderful, godly man and amazing grandpa they will never know.
However, I am thankful for the conversations it has brought up in our home. My kids talk more openly about death and heaven than most kids their age. My kids are learning to deal with their pain and sadness in a healthy way and learning to trust and put their HOPE in Jesus Christ. So for that, I am grateful. Eternally grateful.
While new chapters continue to unfold in our family, I know my Dad would be proud of where his children are not only in life, but more importantly in their walk with our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. And no parent could ask for more than that.
So, although yesterday and this past week was difficult for me emotionally, I am so thankful to a father who loved me and my brothers enough to live his life for Jesus so that we may grow more in Him. Now that’s a legacy.
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