Yes I'm back! from being in New Mexico this week along with record highs. Sadly we didn't bring our flip flops and shorts, but took advantage of it with swing'n walks and fly'n swings. Since February was pretty ruff, an escape to summer weather has been sweet.
Jack is progressing on his balance, and being able to explore outside has been such a fun novelty for him. So has licking rocks and eating dirt.
I've wanted to write here for awhile, but the words just haven't come. I didn't realize how heavy or uninspired I'd feel. I know death comes to us all, to our parents, our siblings, our spouse. I just wish I had more time with my dad. And for some reason I feel a little bit guilty about getting back into the routine of things.
We must go on without him.
We must be okay.
"The happiest, sweetest, tenderest homes are not those where there has been no sorrow, but those which have been overshadowed with grief, and where Christ's comfort was accepted. The very memory of the sorrow is a gentle benediction that broods over the household, like the silence that comes after prayer, There is a blessing sent from God in every burden of sorrow."
-J. R. Miller
I feel that in my family. The sorrow has grown gentle now that time has passed. The sorrow has wrapped our family together. Each coming and going we embrace with expressions of love. My dad would be so pleased to see the love.
Blessed are all they that morn, for they shall be comforted.
We will go on without him.
We will be okay and be together again.
I picture him smiling like this and I am comforted.
The sun has set on the day my dad passed away.
I watched the sun rise in New Mexico and watched it set while standing on my parent's driveway in Utah.
It's been a long- long- long day, filled with crying, packing, driving, flying, flying again, driving and hugging my brothers and sisters and my mom. I'm so grateful to be with my family as we share and cry together. I am filled with so much love for them, and for my father. I will miss him far more than I can ever express.
Tomorrow the sun will rise.
Those curls finally met the scissors last week. I couldn't bare the thought of someone else messing with his hair, or messing it up,
so I trimmed it myself, one curl at a time, which took about all day.
It's just a trim to even things out- no worries- those sweet flips are still there
