The Hard of Life .... and Death
Life has been pretty hectic in the wake of the tsunami of grief that has been losing my Dad. I had years to come to terms with sending Home to Jesus but, honestly, my heart wasn't prepared. I don't think I had any idea how "hard" the hard of life would be until I buried a parent. I think I have cried almost every day for the past seven month. Until that season, hard had been the usuals of life - marriage, navigating careers and career changes; finances; raising kids ... you know, the usuals. And along the way, we said "See you again" to friends who, too, have left for heaven. Friends who weren't old. Friends who had left an indelible imprint on our hearts. Friends who were the family we chose, And who chose us. If you know me, even a little, you know - "brave" is not an adjective that can usually be applied to me. My sons and husbands have moved mountains - literally - to eradicate crickets, scorpions and snakes fro...