A phone call jarring me from sleep at 5:45 am exactly five years ago. On a Monday, what a way to start the week.
Five years.
I was awake this morning at 5:30 am. Remembering the series of events for that week and the following week when my uncle died. They are stamped in my memory banks, never to be erased. Memories. A curse and a blessing, all wrapped into one. Those of you who have lost a close and dearly loved one can relate I am sure.
I had a hard time getting through church yesterday without some tears. The memories just flooded in......church was the last time I saw or talked to dad. After service he said "Have a good Sunday daughter." It is so hard for me to comprehend that so much time has passed. Emma was a tiny baby, now I have two more beautiful daughters. I still feel robbed in some ways. I hate that they will not know their grandpa. However, the one thing that got me through that time five years ago was the fact that God is Sovereign. I know His character, I know Him, I know He loves me, I know He knows what is best for me.....I choose to rest in that knowledge.
I haven't gone back and read anything from the funeral or those weeks following his passing. Today Mom, Jess and I are sharing the morning and reading some of the cards, writings, and thoughts of dad. I decided to pull out what I wrote to be read at his funeral before or time down memory lane.
I still wonder why he had to leave us at such a young age. We still need him in so many ways. Yet the impact his passing had on Micah and I was so profound. His death and our reflection on his life of faith is one of the direct reasons we made such a life change and are now serving with Family Life. Consequently, God has grown, molded and changed us into different people, all for the better.
Here is what I had written and shared at his funeral. It was good to read it again, there is something healing in each step you take on the grief road. Even five years later there is healing that needs to take place. God is good, every day, every hour and every minute. Even the ones where you feel like you are dying. God is good.
Daddy, how do I even begin to put my thoughts to a page? So many memories, all of which are good, some are great, and some are wonderful! My heart feels as though it is literally broken in two. what is a girl to do without her daddy? My first memories of you were following your footsteps at the farm. I thought you were larger than life and could do no wrong. You were my knight in shining armor. I loved to just be with you, milking cows, working in the garden, being in the garage, just spending time with you. You and I had so many projects together. If you weren't concocting something new we could do, then I was.
I learned that my father here on earth is to be a reflection of my heavenly father in heaven. Daddy, I was truly blessed, I could not have wanted for a more beautiful representation here on earth. You were always a shining example of a Godly Man who was seeking after Christ with his entire being. You have taught me so much by your actions. I have observed you and how you handle situations. I grew up living by faith because you showed me how to trust God for everything. this seems so surreal that I hm writing this about you and that I can't be telling this to you.
What is a girl to do without her daddy?
I know that you would tell me to trust God in everything, the big and the small. And yes, this is big, but through him all things are possible. I know that you would tell me that my heavenly father loves me so much more than you ever could or did. thank you for the truth that you imparted to our family, for your desire to place God at the center of our family and for the wisdom that you were always giving so freely just by being you. I will miss your happiness every time you saw me, and gave me a big smile and said "hello daughter dearest", your laughter, your "huhes" when you were exasperated with me, your knowledge of how to do anything under the sun, your godly council, and just you.
The legacy that you are leaving behind is so overwhelming. Every time I look at your grandchildren I am reminded of you. Josiah and his sensitive spirit so like yours, his understanding of the bible surpasses anything that a 4 year old should have., I pray he can become a man of God like his grandfather. Ethan, who looks so like you, I see you in his eyes each time I glance at him. He loves life so much, my prayer for his is that he will embrace life to the fullest as you did to enjoy every moment of every day, to live just to glorify his heavenly father, and to have no regrets. And little Emma, you were so proud of her, she too has so many resemblances to you. five short months seem entirely too short of a time that you got to spend with her. I hope that she will grow into a godly young woman that will continue to bring you joy and pride. I sorrow because they will not have the privilege to really know you, to learn from you, to be shown the wonders of Christ through you. May God help us to leave your legacy with them.