I started this blog thinking I would want to write in it everyday, write about all the things I was feeling or thinking but...I just don't want to. I don't feel like it matters enough.
Here is what I feel today: sad and shocked and okay and then sad and shocked and okay all over again.
The service and wake were on Saturday 3/12 and the whole time I kept waiting for my Dad to walk up to me and put his arm around me and ask me what was wrong. It was weird.
I won't go into the drama of Saturday, overall things went very well and Dad would have been pleased.
I miss him but I still don't feel like he is really gone.
p.s.
I just lurked some blogs, some friends and family and I have decided that I am exactly where I was supposed to be when all this happened. Does that make sense? I know that the people in my life were kept here and/or added in so that I would be surrounded and supported properly, so that I would have the right music and the right amount of hugs and open ears. My faith is always tested when I lose someone I love and this was no different but it all just kind of hit me that God has always made sure I would be taken care of and he did a great job. Okay, enough. Go read something more interesting.
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