The Oak Tree
My dad
died three days ago.
Today, we
have a three-month old.
And three
years ago to the date we were preparing for my father-in-law’s funeral.
I can’t
say it ‘feels like yesterday’ that our sweet girl arrived because it doesn’t. It feels like ages ago that we marveled over
our tiny brand new baby; blissful and completely unaware of what life was going
to look like in the weeks to follow. Goodness, Skyla's birthday was beautiful and perfect.
Anger
overcame me yesterday at the realization that my daughter’s first pretty dress
is going to be worn at her Poppy’s funeral, while simultaneously remembering
that Liam’s first size 18mo suit and tie were worn to his Papa G.’s
funeral. Some choice words accompanied
the question of, “Why don’t baby books have a special ‘First Funeral’ section? This is horseshit.”
The anger
passed and sadness filled its place. The
tears flowed, and then the empty numbness.
While my
dad laid on his deathbed I told him that we’d be okay. I wasn’t lying; we will be okay.
But it
still hurts. My heart is shattered right now. And I miss him terribly.
Without a shadow of doubt I know that he is finally free from all suffering and in the arms of Jesus. That is my comfort; knowing that he is rejoicing in paradise for eternity. Free, at last. And because of that truth, and because of the strength given to me by that same loving Father, I will be okay.
A mighty
wind blew night and day.
It stole
the oak tree’s leaves away,
Then
snapped its boughs and pulled its bark
Until the
oak was tired and stark.
But still
the oak tree held its ground
While
other trees fell all around
The weary
wind gave up and spoke,
“How can
you still be standing, Oak?”
The oak tree said, "I know that you
Can break each branch of mine in two,
Carry every leaf away,
Shake my limbs, and make me sway.
But I have roots stretched in the earth,
Growing stronger since my birth.
You'll never touch them, for you see,
They are the deepest part of me.
Until today, I wasn't sure
Of just how much I could endure
But now I've found with thanks to you
I am so incredibly sorry and heartbroken for your loss, Katie. Your whole family. I did not know your dad for what most people would consider 'lomg' to be in their standards, but I didn't have to. The short time I lived with your family, he showed as much care for us as any dad would over a lifetime. I think that is why this has affected me so much - he was probably the closest figure I had to a dad. I will always remember him.
ReplyDeleteI love you my beautiful wonderful friend.
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