Don't ya just love a MESSY HAIR DAY!
or DREAMING OF SUMMER!
Oh to EMBRACE and Dream....
I just love quotes inspiring messages things that lift me up and make me want to be better try a little harder or try something new.
Okay so I think the winter months are getting to me a tad bit but when I search out uplifting things it makes the winter blaaa's not so bad : )
So.. I feel so blessed that I ran into this blogger Kayla Lemmon @ lemmonythings.com.
Her father passed away from cancer in December 2013 and she writes so beautifully thoughts that I feel and things that she experienced being so similar to ours.
In her post titled The day I waked you Home: a letter to my dad.
I want to share what she wrote, it rings true to my heart...
During the walk home you taught me not to fear the
trailhead coming up–the part of the walk home that splits the trail in two. The
part where we would separate for a time. You told me it would come–and it was
okay. Because you knew that if we kept walking, the two trails would join as
one again.
I’m sad, Dad. I miss you so bad that sometimes I can’t
breathe. And when I do, it hurts my lungs. I miss you so bad that sometimes I
hear your voice and jump to a start in the middle of the night. I miss you so much
that I get angry that we already came to the fork in the road–sometimes I get
mad at God. Sometimes I get mad at myself that I didn’t hold you a second
longer the last time you hugged me.
But then I remember, like I remember now. No one walks alone.
No, even though we came to that place in
the walk where the trail splits in two–I still feel you guiding my feet. I
still feel the same Savior that took you home and held me at the same time. I’m
not alone.
I’m honored I was one of the people to
share the walk with you, Dad.
You’re my hero.
And you will be until our trails meet up
again somewhere on the horizon–and I’ll meet you there at home.
Her words are inspiring and I feel the same way about my Dad! I miss him like crazy, I miss his voice and his jokes, his everything.
Thanks Dad, I love you
and am
Missing you..
Love Sandra
This is a wonderful image Sandra - I love the idea of the trail separating, meaning we have to walk alone for a while, but knowing that it isn't for ever; that the trails will join up again in time. And that there are always people walking beside us; maybe out of sight for a while, but they're there all the same.
ReplyDeleteIn a way, I suppose that is a bit like friendship too - I haven't seen you for almost 13 years - I've never met your children; you've never met my husband or kids. But we are still walking alongside each other. I miss you but thank you for this lovely blog - I promise to visit regularly from now on!
Love to you and everyone who loves you
Gina xxx