On Tuesday, December 14th, 2010 my life was flipped completely upside down. It was on this day that I lost my dad.
It's been almost two weeks and I am still not able to wrap my mind around his death. I'm on the phone with him one minute and the next... he's gone.
I've been contemplating in my mind over and over if I should write about what happened. I sat down one night last week and just typed away... I had to get all of the emotion and darkness out. I needed to write about it, to get it on paper so it would no longer be bashing around in my head. What came out is far too raw and personal for the web, but it was out of me and I could breathe a little easier.
I honestly don't know what to say.
Words won't form in ways that make sense.
A close friend of my dad keeps a blog. She suffered from a hormonal imbalance and hit rock bottom a little over a year ago. She writes to help others that may be suffering from the same painful ailments to give hope and insight into a dark world that not many people will talk about; depression and suicide.
She created a post after hearing of my dad's passing. It was incredibly difficult for me to read, especially going back and reading what my dad had written to her in response to one of her posts earlier this year. But her perspective is unique and it helped me to understand things a little better. Since I cannot find the words to say, maybe you can find answers in hers. You can find the post here.
I'm not quite sure how to move on. I know that, Lord willing, tomorrow will come and somehow I'll find the strength to get up and breathe another breath. Some days are worse than others. It's been an emotional roller coaster and I'm truly exhausted. My dad's funeral was beautiful. Christmas was spent with family. I wont lie, it was hard. Every minute possible for the past two weeks has been spent with my immediate family. I've been talking to my mom this morning, telling her how much I miss her. We wish that we could just stay together everyday, laughing and playing games in our own little world. But that's not reality. It's not healthy.
We have to find a new way of living. I hurt. I miss him. Every second of every day I miss my dad. We shared a bond that most fathers and daughters aren't lucky enough to have. I didn't just lose my dad, I lost my confidant, my friend. I do feel robbed, cheated... It's not fair. But I know that God is good. He is faithful, merciful and full of grace. I am seeking my purpose and solitude in Him. Dwelling in the knowledge that He is my savior, my redeemer, my comforter, my strength, my shelter and my Heavenly Father. I am on this Earth for a reason. I am determined to follow through with the path that He has paved for me. It may get dark, seemingly impossible at times, but I will follow my God wherever he leads me. I am thankful for my life. Thankful to get to live one more day and smile knowing that someday I will get to be with my dad again... Not any time soon, but someday. And because of that, I will be okay.