Two weeks ago from this Sunday, I learned that my Papa had died. One week ago, we buried him. Tonight, I miss him. I'll miss having him call me little girl and getting bouquets of daffodils in the springtime from his yard. I think I'll even miss his quirky habits that we used to joke about, and for those that understand, I want a copy of his "book". I think the most wonderful comment I ever received from him was when I arrived back from two years in Africa. He gave me a big hug and said he was so happy to have me back in the US. I'll treasure that the rest of my life, I think. I don't know how holidays will be without him, but I'm thankful he loved Jesus and that one day I'll see him again. Please keep praying for my Nana and the rest of my family as we morn his passing.
Here he is with Nana and Judah (one of my cousin's youngest son)
1 comment:
Heather, we miss him too. I know it is even harder for those of you who knew him your whole life. I imagine that there are so many reminders of Papa for those of you who live in SC and did see him on a regular basis. I know your loss is often brought to mind.
In times of loss, it is so clear to me that we were not designed for death or broken relationship or mourning. We were designed for community and eternity and celebration! One day, I believe that God will restore us. He will make all things new. He will wipe every tear from our eyes and redeem our brokeness.
I am praying for you and your family.
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