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Friday, November 6, 2009

One Year Ago

One year ago today I saw my dad for the last time.
One year ago today I told him I loved him.
One year ago today I knew, I knew that this may be the last time I would see him in this life.
One year ago today my heart started aching.

As the one year anniversary of my dad death has gotten closer I find that I often have to hold back tears. His death seems like it happened so long ago, but yet I can remember the moment I heard he was gone as if it were 2 minutes ago. I have learned over the years that there are some moments that always stay crystal clear in my memory.

Tomorrow is the one year anniversary, 11/7/2008.

One year later I know, even more, that my Father in Heaven loves me.
One year later I have more compassion for those who have lost a parent, no matter their age.
One year later I still miss him and long for the day when I get to see him again.
One year later I know that he is my Guardian Angel. That he watches over me, that he also can't wait for the day when he gets to wrap his arms around me.

4 comments:

Tricky Nicky said...

If you need anything, please let me know! Remember I luv ya!

Victor said...

As I get older, the more and more I see people around me pass away. I remember your Dad being in my Sunday School class making comments. It doesn't seem like it was that long ago. This month I am driving to Calif. with the family to see my 94 year old father in a rest home. It may be the last time I see him... in the flesh...but I know we will all be together in the hereafter.
-Victor Gates

Tracie said...

D'Nell, I never fully undertood what you went through last year, and now I am going through the same thing a year later. I love you.

Sarah McK said...

I am sorry that you had to lose your father so young. It sucks. You seems to be handling it with so much courage and grace! I can tell you that I did not. It took me a LOT longer than a year to get a grip on life again. I can tell you that it will continue to feel the same way...so far away and yet so present. It is so strange.

I miss playing speed with you on the floor of Chinese trains. Maybe again someday...well, the speed, maybe not the train... :)