It's been almost a month since my last post. My dad two days after my last entry, and the past few weeks have been surreal in many ways. I think I have delayed writing this because it means acknowledging in a concrete way that he is really gone. For all that I know that, I still find myself reaching for the phone to call and talk with him. Even knowing that for the last month or so before he died that was no longer possible. He became much weaker and demented and was unable to talk on the phone anymore. I miss our conversations about life and about God. He was fond of telling me that God laughs when we tell God our plans for the future. I am grateful he is no longer suffering, and my heart smiles as I picture him reunited with my mother, who died fifteen years ago. He missed her more every year. So I'm trying not to grieve as those who have no hope, but rather in the sure and certain hope of the resurrection. And I'm grateful that my dad ended every phone call with, "Remember I love you." Even though I can't call him any more, I can still hear his voice reminding me of his love. Remember I love you too, Daddy.
Grace and Peace,