"Loss. I didn't expect this a
year later after dad's death. I knew it would be hard. I knew the anticipation
was weighing on me. But I didn't expect for it to be visceral. I didn't expect
for my body to feel in shock again, for the nausea to creep in. I expected
sorrow, not grief. But I felt grief again.
I have felt all week like I
needed to reach my hands into my chest and hold up my heart for the weight of
it. I missed my family and I missed the community and I missed my dad. Oh, how I miss my dad.
And I grieve for us but I
rejoice for them. Because our loss is their joy as they bask in the bliss of
His love." ~Sara Frankl
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