I sat at my kitchen table, absentmindly flipping through the newspaper. I was draining my coffee with the view to clearing things away and beggining the day proper, when my eyes scanned over the obituary column. Just a few simple words were all it took. Suddenly the expressions of love and gratitude to a father lost were echoing in my head. It has been almost ten years since my own Dad passed away. Ten years since the only man who loved me unconditionally left my world. The child in me longs to feel that love once more. I know that love from my heavenly Father, and I that knowledge is even more secure because of how well it was modelled by my earthly father.
I remembered to words I penned for his tombstone... "Your strong and gentle love will live, in the love that you taught us to give" I only hope and pray that I have and can continue to give that love to my children. That they can know as I have known, a strong, solid foundation of security, from which to travel into the world.
I cried for the family with their raw grief expressed in print before me. I cried for my own grief still buried deep. But I also wept for joy, for all the wonderful memories that flood my soul.
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