It has been one year – one month – and one day.
Since my dad passed from this life unto the next
The day when hugged so tightly by my uncle I had no other feeling but to run away.
I wanted to run. Run from that room. Run from the nightmare. Run to Him.
I still miss my dad each day.
I find that I want to call him and tell him something that I love that we loved together. Gardening. Wine. Good food.
Instead I listen to a song and remember my dad – and think of God – where he is now.
I find it to be no coincidence that God speaks to me through others encouragement.
Through songs. Through my time at church.
This past weekend was no exception.
The words I’ve been longing to say – the feelings that are deep within me – were captured so beautifully in this video that they played yesterday at church.
I’m learning to live One Year. One Month. One Day at a time.