It’s been almost two weeks now since Daddy passed away while lying in quiet hospice room bed.
There are more than enough things going on in life to keep me distracted from the thoughts of my innermost soul, but inevitably there are those quiet moments when the mind is blank and it quickly says to me “daddy’s gone.”
Every time it happens, I can only shake my head in wonderment.
My Lord, Daddy’s gone.
I actually think a lot about the heavenly realm, but the loss of such a close family member gives you a new perspective and a whole new set of questions.
I can’t quit thinking about what he might be doing. I can’t stop hearing the tone of his voice in my head. I can still smell him.
I wonder if the silent moments will ever be replaced with other thoughts.
It’s hard to believe Daddy’s gone.