Father's Day, as with all holidays, is a day of mixed emotions. While I'm thankful my dad is still living, it hurts that my children no longer have theirs. I spent the day celebrating my dad across the miles and mourning the father of my children.
After calling my dad and wishing him a Happy Father's Day, I stopped by the grave of my late husband. This is our 4th Father's Day without him and it's still painful. Tears would not stop falling as I knelt beside his headstone, lovingly caressing his picture. I miss him! His children miss him!
After calling my dad and wishing him a Happy Father's Day, I stopped by the grave of my late husband. This is our 4th Father's Day without him and it's still painful. Tears would not stop falling as I knelt beside his headstone, lovingly caressing his picture. I miss him! His children miss him!
I know he's having a grand celebration up in Heaven, but we have a huge empty place in our hearts because he's not here for us to celebrate with. I read something recently that is so true, "They say time heals all wounds. It's not time that heals, but God." Healing is coming but slowly....for all of us.
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