Not always here...
My day started with a text from my father letting me know his older brother, Louis, had died. My uncle fought prostate/bone cancer valiantly and died at home. A couple of weeks ago, my father, his cousins Doug & Dennis all had a nice and final visit with him. Louis decided he was done with the chemo, it was time to die.
In my mind's eye he should still be here. He should still be that strong, 6'+, 300 lb mountain of man coming home after a day drilling water out the Oklahoma clay and rock, and clothes plastered with dirt. He should be the man that had a huge heart and a wicked sense of humor.
But he's not here any longer.
That's not how it should be, but life continues on people die, babies are born and people live.
I take comfort in that he is not suffering. I take comfort that in less than 2 weeks our family will welcome a new life in my granddaughter, Amelia Jo.
There are silver linings even on the darkest of days.
In my mind's eye he should still be here. He should still be that strong, 6'+, 300 lb mountain of man coming home after a day drilling water out the Oklahoma clay and rock, and clothes plastered with dirt. He should be the man that had a huge heart and a wicked sense of humor.
But he's not here any longer.
That's not how it should be, but life continues on people die, babies are born and people live.
I take comfort in that he is not suffering. I take comfort that in less than 2 weeks our family will welcome a new life in my granddaughter, Amelia Jo.
There are silver linings even on the darkest of days.