While this year was in itself a first of its kind so to speak, for me it was a year of firsts in a different kind of way. It was my first New Years without you, my first father’s day, and my first birthday without you. As time ticked on the last few hours of my birthday, I held my breath… It only feels like I’ve been holding it since, dreading the next anniversary to follow – one year since you’ve been gone. Until then, every day would be a first for me. My first September 19th without you, my first October 3rd -Any date was special because until last year you were here for it all, so I savored every last second of our first.
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
Psalm 147:3
It has comforted me to know you are in a beautiful place, free from pain, and fully happy. I cherish our memories. Though the hands of time have cruelly started to fade them. But, I could never forget your last words–they have been my anchor amidst the sadness– “Thank God”
I am thankful for our time together, the second, third, and fourth chances for you to stay longer, for your life here on earth, and for inspiring me.
Today, on the first before our second, I am thankful you are up in heaven living a better life, smiling on us.
till we meet again…
Rest Peacefully.