Three years ago today, my dad passed away from cancer. Sometimes it seems so cruel that we've all gone on living our lives without him here. He was supposed to be a part of it. But most of the time when I think of him I remember the good things, and hope he would be happy with how things are turning out for all of us. It takes a while, and there were songs I couldn't listen to for a long time, and movies I couldn't watch. They would make the pain too raw. But it is much better now. I think the hardest times are still the big events that he is missing. My sister's wedding four weeks ago. I was feeling that my dad should've been there. A father should get to see all his children get married. Then, right when I needed it my dad's life-long best friend came in the room. I felt like my dad came with him. This man has known us all our whole lives and gave us all hugs and it was a big spiritual comfort to have him come.
I felt like Heavenly Father knew I needed my dad that day, and he sent my dad's best friend, to help me feel his love.
2 comments:
((hugs)) My dad is fighting liver cancer and just had his first chemo yesterday. Cancer stinks
I did not know your Dad passed away. I'm glad he was a great man, and I'm sorry he's gone. This world needs more good men. Thanks goodness for eternal families.
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