My Parents

For anyone who checks in regularly, I know I usually send out my blog on Sundays. But here I am, "a day late and a dollar short!" Somehow, yesterday slipped by and I didn't write down a single thought. I did however do a lot of thinking about my parents.

I was looking at an old picture of the two of them and thinking about how much I miss them both. Dad died of cancer in 2017 and Mom died in July of 2023. She had dementia for quite some time and we lost her slowly, our hearts grieving over the loss of who she was long before she physically left this earth.

One of the pain points I experienced when Mikael died was that I couldn't go to either of my parents. Dad was gone and Mom was incapable of understanding what had happened. The two people I wanted support from the most were unavailable. As I contemplated the photo of them, it occurred to me, that although they weren't accessible, they had already immeasurably provided me with what I needed to walk through the fire. My Dad taught me about quiet strength, tenacity and giving to others. My Mom imparted the importance of prayer and earnestly learning more about God through scripture. Mom and Dad both instilled in me absolute faith and trust in the Lord along with the full understanding of how much God loves me. So, they may not have been here in body, but their values and beliefs have been embedded in my soul. Their love for me sits forever in my heart. They could never have known that they were spiritually preparing me for the toughest journey of my life and I am so thankful for them.