Losing him was, without a doubt, the hardest thing I've experienced thus far in life. But, in the midst of our family (and the world's) loss I realized something: It's okay for me to live.
Last night my wife and I were watching The Voice on television. One of the ladies talked about how she had not sung since her father died three years ago. While I acknowledge that we all deal with grief differently I couldn't help but think of how she unnecessarily robbed herself. Do I miss my dad? Yes! Not a day goes by that I don't think of him. There are many days that I try to incorporate at least one article of his clothing in my wardrobe. I guess it's my way of feeling close to him. Watching the show last night I couldn't help but wonder what my dad would have thought. And knowing him like I do, I'm certain he would be saddened if, in my grief I were to give up the things that bring me joy. Knowing my dad made me a better person. As a result, I have decided that the best way for me to honor the memory of his life is to try my best to be the kind of person that would make him proud. I can't guarantee I'll always measure up, but I'm sure going to try.
I have found comfort in the knowledge that, as a young man, my dad gave his life to God. From that point on he did his best to live his life in a way that was pleasing to his Heavenly Father. As a result, I have faith that he is spending eternity in the presence of the Lord. And some day, when my time is up, we will be reunited.
I know that there are many who have experienced their own most difficult losses. And I hope you don't interpret what I have written as insensitive to your loss. Rather, I hope to encourage and bring hope.
Jimmy, this is absolutely brilliant! Your dad IS proud of you and your attitude. Many people become paralyzed by their loss, thinking that it is somehow disrespectful to proceed with life. They feel guilty because they continue to live and their loved one can't.
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