I’ve written a dozen sentences in my head this past month.
About loss, death, sickness, grief.
No sentence or word that I have thought of has really clicked.
This has been a year of loss, for my family. There have been 222 days so far, in 2017. That leaves 143 days for something else to happen.
On the 8th day of this year, I lost a quarter sized piece of my right field of vision (which was my own fault for not taking care of myself).
36 days later, I lost my father. I lost my dad. I lost the man who was my biggest critic but also my biggest supporter, the one who believed that I could do whatever he expected out of me, and never any less. The man who gave me a life and a name, the man that has influenced me more than any other.
And then, 162 days later, I (we) lost my husband’s dad, my father in law, a man that loved me as his own, treated me with kindness and love and patience and humor, who did for my family things like family vacations and dinners out. He attended every baseball game, every special event that my boys had, every church play or school awards ceremony, or Grandparent’s day….He was there.
Caboose had his awards day the same day as his cousins, and Roger sent Diane to theirs and stayed here for my boys….even when he was struggling for breath near the end, he always wanted to know about the boys games and lives.
These are the things that have been running through my mind the last few weeks. I thought I had a little longer with him. The last time I saw him, he was in a hospital bed, behind a big mask, but still asking about us, and wanting to know about our lives. When we got the call in the middle of the night that he was being put on a ventilator, I never dreamed that I would never be able to talk to him again.
I so want to talk to my husband’s dad again. I want to tell him how grateful I am for him. I want to tell him that his love for my boys is one of the greatest treasures in my life. I want to tell him that his pride in me makes me a better person.
I want to thank him for the many vacations he helped finance in making so many memories.
I want to thank him for my husband, who looks so much like his dad.
I want to thank him for being such a great public servant.
I want to tell him that every time I told someone who I was married to, that I made sure to mention who my father in law was.
I want to tell him how proud I was to be his daughter in law.
My boys spoke at his funeral, all three of them, and so did my niece. Caboose was last, and was so sweet; he said “I love my papaw Roger because he was a ….9 1 1 guy”. He said it very slowly because he had a tendency to say “991” when he spoke fast. All 3 of my boys spoke of the love Roger had for his job, him being the “911 guy”.
19 days after he’s left this earth, I am just missing these 2 men. I cannot believe that my husband and I have both lost the most important men in our lives within 5 months of each other. My dad was 82, Roger was 60 (how fair is that??)
But fairness has nothing to do with it.
Job says that it rains on the just and unjust alike. Habukkuk mentions empty stables and barren vineyards, and stills writes, “…yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful.”
I cannot believe what we’ve had to endure this year, but I know that my faith is in God.
I cannot believe that I am living this life without 2 of the most important men in it.
But I do know this…I will see them again. This world is not my home, and I will rejoice daily for the opportunity to tell others about the home they can have too.
God is good, even when life isn’t. And that will be enough. It has to be.