I know it's been silent over here. Life has been happening in the worst ways.
I lost my dad 12 days ago. It was sudden, and it was (and still is) devastating.
My daddy's in heaven; this I know for sure. He lived out his faith in the most inspiring of ways, quietly serving his friends and his community in ways I never knew about until he was already gone. He was always my hero, but I have never been so proud of him as I am right now.
I'm learning a lot about grief and mourning. There's not much to say, except that it is so very hard.
I thought about giving up this blog. This blog, like a lot of my daily activities, feels like a silly thing to do when something so drastic and life-changing has happened. But then my dad's coworkers told me how he used to read my blog posts aloud to them and how much he enjoyed working on the house with us. It made me smile... I can't give this up.
So instead of giving up this joyful hobby of mine, I'm just taking a moment. I'm taking a moment to breathe in my new reality, to work through my grief, to think about my dad's life and the legacy he leaves. But I promise I'll be back soon - after all, he was proud of my little blog and I want nothing more than to make him proud.