Several weeks ago we attended a memorial service of a dear friend’s Dad.
It was wonderful to see the love and appreciation shared for a man of integrity who provided faithfully for his family. His love language, “Acts of service”!
Now the hard journey begins for a daughter left behind as she gathers up the precious memories and places them in a treasured spot in her heart.
No more picking up the phone to call with news. No more hearing that sweet voice again. No more quiet moments just being in the same room – where few words were needed – the love was there in little things, a smile, a touch, a look.
The promise of reunion, very real, but for now the colors are muted and greys surround my friend’s heart. The world continues, not any different than yesterday and will be the same tomorrow, yet to my friend’s eyes all has slowed and stopped.
In time, carried by her faithful God, supported by her wonderful husband and children and her loving friends , healing will occur and a new normal will begin. She will hear the birds singing again. She will marvel at a beautiful sunset. She will laugh again.
In sweet memories of times past she will see her daddy as he once was – strong – independent and whole. She will remember without pain.
But for now the numbness protects her soul. Gentle reminders of the Lord’s love heals her heart. The adjustments come gradually. The pain slowly subsides. The heartache, a tender gift of expectation of a meeting yet to be – a quiet time with no words needed.
I love you, Ann!