It's been one and a half months since my Dad died. Even now typing those words still takes the breath out of me.
I want to remember him in his blue chair in his living room, with the pink crabapple tree blossoming outside the window, where his grandchildren would climb into his lap and he would read them story after story using all the best voices - just like he did for me when I was little.
Santa is everywhere at Christmas, is there room for both, is it okay to enjoy the festivities that a fake guy in a suit brings while knowing the reality of the true gift of forgiveness? Yes!
Being in a big family has always been something I’ve loved, even though my siblings get on my nerves I will always love it!
But something I have a difficult time with (being the second oldest) is after Lauren (the oldest) passed away, people would say to me that I was going to have to step into her roll of being the oldest.
"... loss does not have to be a subject that is overlooked, silenced for fear of upsetting someone, or just thought about and not talked about. We need others to lift us up when things are hard. So don’t be afraid to ask those who've lost a loved one “How are you doing?” or “Can I talk with you or pray with you?” We mourn daily, and some days we just need a little more support to get through another day."