fall has always been my favorite. ever since i was a little girl.
i have these memories of playing outside until it was dark, bundled up for the crisp, fall air. my name called from the backdoor told me it was time for supper, and the warmth of our house would melt away the chilled pink in my cheeks and nose. i'd watch the leaves swirl about, pick painted pumpkins with my sister and stare at the arches of golden and scarlet trees lining the roadsides.
yes, fall has always been my favorite.
until two years ago, when i lost my dad. seasons have a way of reminding us of times past. the smells, the feel of the air. they trigger our senses to remember. and suddenly, crisp air and warm jackets, pumpkin lattes and leaves ablaze reminded me of unbearable pain. of heart shattering loss. of watching my father lay in a hospital bed for weeks, and eventually leave us forever.
my faith has surely sustained me through the past almost-two-years. my dad was always my rock, but jesus has been lovingly showing me that he is truly the one who can hold me up. it's amazing how two years can feel like one giant bad dream. and yet, i find myself remembering often that it's reality, this life without my dad. and even though the days and years march on, i remind myself that
it's still okay to cry.
because i do.
i cry for the girls birthdays we celebrate without their bampy, for the empty seat at family gatherings, for the absence of my dad's hugs and his jovial laughter. i cry for him missing nick's football games or when bella asks me who my daddy is. i cry for not being able to hug him, talk to him, or tell him one last time just how much i love him,
and just how blessed i was to be his daughter.
as much as the fall season triggers my grief and causes my tears to bubble to the surface, i am determined to enjoy it again. why?
because i am not without hope. death is not the end. and i forever hear my father's words reminding us that he lived a good, full life...
he didn't want us to be sad, but to celebrate his life and fully live ours.
for me, grief has been a complicated journey of allowing myself to hurt and feel the immense pain of losing my father... and yet, not only carrying out my dad's wishes but fully recognizing and claiming the promises of my heavenly father as well. and there's a whole lot of living to do, celebrations to be had, blessings to count and a big ole legacy to live out (
thanks, dad).
may fall forever symbolize life anew... beginning again... and the
hope of something greater, just around the corner.
fall; i'm determined to like you again.