Tag: father

Rocks in the River

  I was on Facebook today and read a friend’s post. It was about her dad and how much the grief still hurts after so many years. I wanted to respond to her. I wanted to say something like ‘I know’ or ‘it doesn’t matter how long, it always sucks’. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t even bring myself to put…

Lead by Example

I had made the decision to go to my church’s Wednesday night worship service. I was nervous about going because I would have my five year old with me. I wanted to dig deeper into God’s presence, but I wasn’t exactly sure how that was going to work while keeping an eye on my active, doesn’t sit still for long…

18 Months

It has been 18 months since I heard my father’s voice. 18 months since he yelled at sports on television. Eighteen months since he drew his last breath. Eighteen months since I have let myself feel the pain of that loss. I was a daddy’s girl my whole life up until that point, and I don’t know how to behave…