Hello...is there anybody out there? -Pink Floyd
8/19/2015 01:56:00 PM Edit This 1 Comment »
Wow. Six years. Six years have passed since I last blogged. How my life has changed is beyond comprehension. I would say a lot of bad days but still a lot of good. God reigns supreme and I trust Him with every fiber of my being. Though its been sad, I have joy in my storms and I am closer to God than I ever have been so I will continue to trust Him and remember, trials of this life are His blessings in disguise.
I don't even know if anyone reads this anymore and that's ok. I'm not sure if I will update again in the next 6 years. For now, here it is.
Today, I feel reminiscent and sad. We close on my mom and dad's house tomorrow. Dad passed away in 2011 and mom this past September. Every memory I have of my entire childhood revolves around that split-level, white house and though I know it's just a "thing" of this world, I am heartbroken to realize what the selling of it represents. I know I will see them again up yonder and we will spend eternity having hootenannies around a campfire listening to mom and dad sing 'Late last night when I got home...' but right now, today, here... I miss them so much my heart physically hurts. You never just "get over it". You learn to walk through life without them by your side. Tomorrow, I will be an emotional mess and I guess this blog is me preparing and coping with that fact.
I miss you, Mom and Dad. Save a lawnchair for me around that fire ring. I'll be there when my time here is done and there will be one heckuva family reunion.
I don't even know if anyone reads this anymore and that's ok. I'm not sure if I will update again in the next 6 years. For now, here it is.
Today, I feel reminiscent and sad. We close on my mom and dad's house tomorrow. Dad passed away in 2011 and mom this past September. Every memory I have of my entire childhood revolves around that split-level, white house and though I know it's just a "thing" of this world, I am heartbroken to realize what the selling of it represents. I know I will see them again up yonder and we will spend eternity having hootenannies around a campfire listening to mom and dad sing 'Late last night when I got home...' but right now, today, here... I miss them so much my heart physically hurts. You never just "get over it". You learn to walk through life without them by your side. Tomorrow, I will be an emotional mess and I guess this blog is me preparing and coping with that fact.
I miss you, Mom and Dad. Save a lawnchair for me around that fire ring. I'll be there when my time here is done and there will be one heckuva family reunion.