A searing burn charred my heart when I learned that my superhero had fallen from the sky. Amidst countless gasps of air coupled with painful heaving, I felt absolutely…breathless. My husband valiantly cradled my collapsed and very pregnant body, fluent in comforting words and encouraging epithets; but, it was a language I couldn’t comprehend.
His admonitions were drowned out by the internal shrieks that were shredding my mind and the audible ones filling my room in my own voice that at the moment, I did not recognize. I crumbled on the floor in pieces.
On so many occasions, I’d consoled friends who had lost the one they loved most with “My condolences” and “sorry for your loss,” and I genuinely was. Nevertheless, in the thick of my pain I realized that I did not discern the depth of their anguish when that loved one was a cherished parent.
In addition to the countless phone calls received and those that needed to be made, forms to be completed and arrangements to be selected there are also questions to be answered, updates to be given and unanticipated delays paralleled by unresolved matters where time is of the essence. To say that it is overwhelming would be an understatement…and this barely allows moments just for grieving.
The simplest things now seem monumental. Selecting pictures thrusts me into the throes of agony, relishing the memories I so vividly remember only to feel my heart plummet at the thought that there will be no new memories to create. I am told the grief will ebb and flow in a cycle of recursive stages and may never end at all (sigh). I wish it came with warning signs so I could brace myself for impact. #wishfulthinking.
Even still, in the valley of the darkest place I’ve ever known, one pervading feeling overshadows my most potent pain – love. For every ounce of anxiety, I’ve received a kind word, a warming sentiment or a spiritual lifting. My faith flourishes with Scriptures that have poured through my phone and devices, championed by friends and family from near and far, spanning the spectrum of youth and wisdom.
I find myself calming in moments of duress. I am quieted by the peace that transcends my understanding. The anger and bitterness that was seeping through my soul is replaced with the thankfulness that the illness is gone. I’m reminded that the One that I love more than anyone else, the One who loves me more than anyone could, the One who will never leave me nor forsake me – is still here – even in my valley…and His love conquers all.
I will never stop missing my superhero or wishing that I couldn’t have one more hug; but, I am elated that I still see his smile. I feel the grip of his hand and the resonation of the pride in his voice that I am his daughter. I hear his rich tenor, melodiously singing his favorite songs, and I don’t need a photograph to capture his essence. His soul may have passed into eternity, but his spirit will strive with me forever.
I love you, Dad.
#heartbrokenbuthealing, #pursuingmypassionforyou, #yourethe1, #withmeforever
Caption: What He reminds me never to forget…