A week ago.
beloved Dad had journeyed to be with the Lord.
The path of gratitude in need of work.
I begin the journey to my dad.
This time to say good bye.
Making arrangements all so familiar.
My brothers and I worked together to honor our dad.
We laughed at memories.
We rejoiced over sweet reunions in heaven.
The time together is good.
My farmer and the rest of the kids join us.
These moments; are defining.
Setting the stage for the journey ahead.
Our parents are gone.
We now, the Senior members.
With Military Honors we lay dad to rest.
We turn from that Cemetery for the 2nd time.
We leave behind our parents.
The ones who gave us life.
Who poured into our beings to make us who we are.
69 and 73.
Both seem too young.
Yet both in God’s timing.
Both rejoicing with Elijah.
We begin our journey back to my brother’s house.
Time; ever moving forward.
There is still much to do.
A home full of memories;
needing to be sorted and dispersed.
A strange process.
We part ways again.
My brothers and I.
Me back to my family.
They to theirs.
All of us changed.
These losses continually remind me;
we were not meant for death.
Our journey; Life.
All that is within us recoils at death.
Our purpose is life.
My heart is heavy and I am sad.
There has not been much time to grieve.
A friend sent a note.
Dad’s death a double sorrow.
She’s so right.
The memory thief steals the mind.
Death steals the body.
But God holds them both.
We now, are the memory keepers.
And those memories were beautiful.
A legacy of life and fun.
Service and faith.
Thank you Dad for your service to this country.
Thank you for instilling that love is us.
We are grateful for the love of the ocean and family.
No matter how hard things get; we stick together.
I feel weary.
Weary from the weight.
From the week.
Grief is work.
Taking those wise words from my dad,
Chin up, shoulders straight, fly right.
Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good.
His love endures forever.