Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Lately...

Lately, I have been thinking a lot about how much I miss the man on the right in the pic below.
This photo was taken only 6 months before we lost my father-in-law.
Not a day goes by that he isn't on my mind.
When I look at his picture, it literally hurts.
I honestly cannot come to terms with his absence.
I want my husband to have his father again.
I want my mother-in-law to have her best friend again.
I want my boys to have their Pop again.
How long does it take for the sadness to go away?
Maybe it's the holiday season approaching.
The first Thanksgiving without Ed.
The first Christmas without Ed.
Who will do the scavenger hunt for the boys?
It was always Pop.

How freaking perfect everything was 10 months ago...

5 comments:

Stacey said...

It never will go away. :( You just learn to live with it.

Michelle Harmon said...

We still have a really hard time at the holidays, and we lost Brandon's sweet dad almost three years ago. His absence is such a hole that can't be filled. Praying for you all.

BrownEyedGirlsMom said...

Thinking of you and your family!

Carrie Darney said...

:( I hurt reading this post. What a special man...brought up a perfect gentleman that will pass it along to the boys. :(

Merry Mack said...

I lost my dad 5 years ago this past September and I can say, the first of all those days is really hard. Grief is something that is so indescribable, so different for each person, and yet, the same. I like to think that because it hurts means your capacity for love is deeper, which makes you a far more sensitive and compassionate person. I have found that times heals, but there are always moments, days and periods of time that strike you harder and out of no where. It's hard, but thank goodness for the memories. Hang in there. Find a way to make those moments special for everyone. I have a friend with a 6 year old whose husband died in March. On his birthday, a friend brought her and her son balloons and they sent them into the sky wishing their husband/dad happy birthday. I thought it was a simple and sweet way to remember a day that only means something to them. Hang in there.

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Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Lately...

Lately, I have been thinking a lot about how much I miss the man on the right in the pic below.
This photo was taken only 6 months before we lost my father-in-law.
Not a day goes by that he isn't on my mind.
When I look at his picture, it literally hurts.
I honestly cannot come to terms with his absence.
I want my husband to have his father again.
I want my mother-in-law to have her best friend again.
I want my boys to have their Pop again.
How long does it take for the sadness to go away?
Maybe it's the holiday season approaching.
The first Thanksgiving without Ed.
The first Christmas without Ed.
Who will do the scavenger hunt for the boys?
It was always Pop.

How freaking perfect everything was 10 months ago...

5 comments:

Stacey said...

It never will go away. :( You just learn to live with it.

Michelle Harmon said...

We still have a really hard time at the holidays, and we lost Brandon's sweet dad almost three years ago. His absence is such a hole that can't be filled. Praying for you all.

BrownEyedGirlsMom said...

Thinking of you and your family!

Carrie Darney said...

:( I hurt reading this post. What a special man...brought up a perfect gentleman that will pass it along to the boys. :(

Merry Mack said...

I lost my dad 5 years ago this past September and I can say, the first of all those days is really hard. Grief is something that is so indescribable, so different for each person, and yet, the same. I like to think that because it hurts means your capacity for love is deeper, which makes you a far more sensitive and compassionate person. I have found that times heals, but there are always moments, days and periods of time that strike you harder and out of no where. It's hard, but thank goodness for the memories. Hang in there. Find a way to make those moments special for everyone. I have a friend with a 6 year old whose husband died in March. On his birthday, a friend brought her and her son balloons and they sent them into the sky wishing their husband/dad happy birthday. I thought it was a simple and sweet way to remember a day that only means something to them. Hang in there.