You may have heard it before. I know I have... in fact I can remember Dad using it in sermons from time to time!Sure has been a tough couple of weeks... and most certainly not just for me!
Surprisingly, there've been a lot of tears pouring out lately. As Trish put it the other day - the emotions wash over you in waves.
One moment you're laughing about memories & the next tears are rolling down your cheeks.
After holidays and our wedding anniversaries, we muddled through more moments last week - 6 months since the aneurysm & 3 months since he passed.
Six months?!? Hard to believe it. Sometimes it seems like ages have gone by. Other times? It feels like I saw him yesterday & he'll probably be popping his head through the front door at work, stirring up everyone along the way any minute again.
Sadly... it's not so!
But we made it! Past the holidays and the anniversary. We all even sort of got past the 3 and 6 months marks! They (whoever 'they' are) say that time will heal. I'm sure that's true for the most part, but after 3 months, the pain is just as intense... sometimes even more so.
Each day... I look at my loving wife & kids. I think about Dad and the impact he has made and continues to make on who I am. I try to think WWBD? Yes, What Would Buddy Do?
I'm not trying to be blasphemous. I'm not saying WWBD, as if Dad's name should replace JESUS in the phrase. It's just that normally; when faced with adversity or issues I can't resolve; I would (as so many of us would) ask Dad.
What should I do, Dad? How do I get past or around or over the issues at hand? And he'd show me scripture, or offer words of spiritual wisdom that would get me where I needed to be.
So, WWBD? He'd say "LET GO... and LET GOD!"
I miss you Pop!
Johnny:)