August also means another thing in my family. Another anniversary of my dad's passing is here. This year marks 4 years that my dad hasn't been with us. Geez, it doesn't feel like it could be that long ago. A lot of things have happened in those 4 years. I worked two summers with an organization that helped transform me. I graduated college. I got my first teaching job. I bought and renovated a house. 4 years of growing up and 4 years of firsts.
Today, I went to visit a family friend and my boss. She lost her mother this weekend from a long battle of cancer. When talking with her, it brought up so many emotions and memories. I remember what she's feeling. I remember many other firsts that I had without my dad; my first Thanksgiving, Christmas, birthday, etc. I remember the first time I forgot that Dad wasn't with us and I tried to call him. Even though the firsts never stop, the firsts get a little easier or we get stronger. I hope and believe its the latter.
Tonight as I sit here a write this, I pray for all of those who have lost a loved one. Who continues to live through the firsts. I pray that God will help them be stronger. I pray that they will continue to see that the only person that someone could rely on in the hurt and sadness is the heavenly one who created us. I'll end this with my favorite verse that I hang on to.
"So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." -Isaiah 41:10
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