I thought I was over the loss of my parents. I thought I had healed. Mom died in 1995 and Dad in 2002. Last week I visited both hospitals where they died. I hit both of them in the same day.
I visited a man on the same floor that mom was in at St. Joe and I visited a man in ICU at Research. For some reason, going to Research was really difficult. I was not expecting it. The halls are long at Research and the longer I walked and the closer I got I could feel myself going back in time.
I felt sad and alone. I started to tear up. It all came rushing back. I miss them. I guess that is a good thing. Paul and Mary, you are not forgotten. Thanks for doing your best.....
It's a beautiful day in God's world, be sure to see the good.
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God bless you, friend. Sometimes normal emotions in life can sure be painful.
One of the many credits to who Jeff is, is that you care so deeply about others. In that regard, being able to feel is so much more a blessing than not being able to feel, even when it hurts.
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