Grieving

I remember waking up the day after my Dad died.  
The shock was pretty much dissipated yet the
emptiness lingered like an unwelcomed guest.  
I don’t remember going through all the details.  
I do however, remember that everything flowed
rather smoothly.  Perhaps that can be attributed
to the qualities of the funeral home, I don’t know.  
I remember sifting through boxes and boxes of  
pictures as my Mom and my Grandma and I
reminisced through decades and decades of a life.  
I splurged and bought double sided sticky tape
to make the picture boards for his memorial
service so we wouldn’t have to worry about
rolling the tape around our fingers and then
sticking it to the picture and then the picture
to the board. Such a simple invention!  
Such an odd thing to remember.

These thoughts are rolling through my mind as
I grieve for Diana as she awakes to her first day
without her Daddy.  Diana and I have only talked
twice and we have never met.  Yet she has offered
unmitigated emotion relating to caring for her Dad
in his final months.  I feel I know her intimately.  
Her desire was to help others through her online
journal entries as she went through the day to day
happenings of caring for him as he battled with
mestastatic lung cancer. You can read her entries
here: http://what-you-cant-see-is-me.blogspot.com/

Diana, my thoughts and prayers are with you.  Though
you may not believe me right now…honey it DOES get
easier.  But every so often something will happen that
will make you think of Dad and tears will flow.  Little
by little some of the tears will be replaced with giggles
of sweet remembrance.  You can do it…look to Jesus
and you’ll see Daddy right there with him.