Today, 11 years ago, was the last day I ever saw my father. My heart is sad; I miss him greatly. I miss the memories we could never make.
He didn’t pass away on this day - it was exactly two weeks after. I was living in Chicago at the time and had flown home to see him. I mourn this day too. If you’ve been a friend on here, you may remember how he passed away but for those of you who don’t know - it was from a malignant brain tumor.
I mostly try to share happy, foodie posts but I also like to be real with you all. And share any current hurts I have and also past events that have forever changed my life and broken my heart. In hopes that it will connect with someone else and let those who are hurting and missing someone know that I understand. 💗 But, the good news? God continues to heal my heart.
I also recently heard this poem and wanted to share part of it with you. Wow - is it encouraging!
It’s called The Dash. “I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on the tombstone from the beginning to the end.
He noted that first came the date of birth and spoke of the following date with tears, but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time that they spent alive on earth. And now only those who loved them know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own, the cars…the house…the cash. What matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash...”