Help calm my heart, Jesus. Dad died four years ago today. I reckon the uptightness I feel about all the things I want to get done this week, wondering if I have enough time left (to live) and fretting that I am indeed running out of time, keep me distant from the fact it is May 16, 2017 and so I breathe in and out and allow myself to feel and connect with what is true for me today. My brain is roiling â€“ and so I pick up my pen and start to write.
I miss my Dadâ€™s presence in my life
that stage of life that wasnâ€™t shouting
â€œYou are losing themâ€
when they were timeless, ageless.
I didnâ€™t have to think of losing them
because they would always be
Then comes the inexorable march to
decline and I start to hope it happens
soon because I know it canâ€™t get any better.
And even they want to
Then the immediate relief when itâ€™s over
a curious blend of grief and gladness
with more gladness than
Because I know the difficult
end-of-life struggle for them, for me
and I want to be careful who I say
it to, because they might think I
didnâ€™t want to take care of them
anymore, and I knew I
couldnâ€™t and now they are safely
I start to wonder about my own
death. I fear for my children
going through the same process
with me if I live a long life
leading to a gradual
And because I donâ€™t want them to,
I pray for them, knowing
they will travel their own
journey with me, Â entrusting Jesus
to be present with them as he was
with me when my parents
I start to know and believe
this too is part of the life we live
our souls wrapped here in this flesh.
and gradually I come to find comfort in
Psalm 116:5 (MSG) knowing
â€œWhen they arrive at the gates of death,
God welcomes those who
And after a while, I decide to share your journey even though some might not understand, because others, maybe even my own kids, will experience something like I did and they can know there is nothing wrong with them. Itâ€™s part of life/death/dying and rising again.