It’s been a hard year for Dale, losing his father in March took the rug out from under him. He smiles, but sometimes, there is sadness behind it. He works hard, but at times, he lacks his usual spunk and energy. I know time heals, so we just give him his moments of grief as they come. We all need those, and use them freely. It breaks my heart when one of my kids comes up to me in tears.
What in the world is wrong? I ask, expecting a story about how a sibling took their toy….
But a choked out, hiccupped,
“I MISS PAPAAAAA…..” comes out instead.
Death is hard. Our hearts still ache when we walk around next door, missing him terribly. My heart still skips a beat when I look out the back window and see his white truck, catching myself before I call out, “Papa is here for dinner!”
Hospice invited us for their yearly Balloon Launch. We had been to one the year before for our beloved Great Grandpa. We knew it would be emotional, but we meet those emotions head on, deal with them, heal another inch and move forward.
Here are some photos from that day:
Papa Don’s birthday was November 21st. He would’ve been 61. Lots of life left to live, fish to be caught, turkeys to be hunted.
Thank goodness we have hope in Jesus, and a really great future of ETERNITY in paradise with our loved ones…