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.
1 comments:
Yep, a day late (or almost a year) and a dollar short, but I am still here. I understand...I thought that the "missing" would get easier with time, but just as with Jessie, although the pains come farther apart, it seems when they do come, it's like ripping the scab off a wound on my heart. We will all be together one day in the sweet by and by, and until then all we can do is try our hardest to make them proud. Love you, my sweet sister!
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