i literally sat in the bathroom of the hotel room for almost an hour ... not able to think clearly, not able to make a decision about if i should drive home right away, wait until morning, not able to decide if i should make any phone calls, nothing. i wasn't crying, just numb. i know 2 of my brothers called, i remember walking outside the room to talk to 1 of them, but i can't really remember what we talked about. i tried to lay back down, but my mind was racing, and yet i still couldn't decide what i was supposed to do. i couldn't figure out what my family needed me to do.... nothing
at 4:45 am i woke up C, told her we needed to go home and the reason why.
we were 4 1/2 hours away from home and that drive home might of been the longest of my life. my friend C was great. she was exactly what i needed. she let me drive until we got to roads that were familiar to her, she did not try to talk to me, i remember we talked a little, but i don't know what it was about. i just know i didn't even know what to say or what to talk about or how i should be acting or anything. i just needed that silence. she was truly a "friend of Job" during those hours.
i don't want to write down all of the details of the rest of that day and these next couple days. frankly i don't really remember all of them. i do know that it didn't seem real, i heard what everyone was saying, i heard my brother talk to funeral directors and call friends and co-workers of my dad, i helped write his obituary, pick out his suit for the funeral, talk with the pastor about the funeral service, but i just couldn't imagine that it was real. that my life had changed in such a drastic, unchanging way
there are a few things that i have come to realize through all this and i want to share them with you
1) that saying "you find out who your friends are" has never been more clear to me than it is now. my whole family has had such an overwhelming outpouring of love and support from our friends.
- friends who came and sat with us, didn't say much, just sat with us.
- friends who brought us food and drinks,
- friends who brought us paper products so we wouldn't have to wash dishes,
- friends who cleaned our bathrooms the day of the funeral,
- friends who drove 2+ hours to be at the wake / funeral,
- friends who cried with us and sometimes for us,
- friends who brought strong drinks and drank with us,
- friends who found ways to make us laugh and relive some old memories,
- friends who didn't say "if you need anything, let me know" but just did things for us
- friends who prayed, sent text messages, facebook messages, cards, letters, flowers and gift baskets.
- friends who took over when the funeral was over, made plates of food for the family,
- friends who cleaned up the kitchen, who took out the garbage, who did things without ever needing to be asked.
2) today is the first day since everything happened that we didn't receive a card or letter in the mail from someone. and that's ok, i'm not complaining, i'm just making the point that 16 days after the fact, we were still receiving cards and letters. i've learned that the cards and letters that mean the most are the ones that mention a story, a memory, a lesson learned, a personal tidbit, something that lets you know just how loved, or special, or remembered your loved one actually was. these are the ones we have cherished and read over and over again. all of the cards have been wonderful, to know people are thinking about you and praying for you, those are nice. but the ones with the other part, those are treasures and i will remember that for the rest of my life. i vow to return this sentiment from this point on
3) i have always known that prayer works, i've always known how comforting and reassuring prayer can be. but i have not always known how the prayers of others can keep you going, can keep you sane and able to function. i didn't even know that these prayers were having this affect on me. i knew hundreds were praying, from cards, texts, facebook, etc. but i didn't take the time to really reflect on that. it honestly did not hit me until the sunday i went back to church, a week after the funeral. and one of the first songs we sang was "your grace is enough". that phrase was enough to make me weep with gratitude and understanding. maybe for the first time, to really understand what that meant to me personally. it was then i realized how much all of your prayers were working. it's hard to put this exactly into words but i'm hoping i'm conveying just how much i appreciate and fully understand the power of your prayers. God has been 'enough' for me, His faithfulness has kept me going, His comforting arms around me are the reason i can get out of bed, can go to work, can remember good memories and not dwell on the sad ones.
ok so those are my 3 things
things i have needed to say outloud, to write down, to get out of my head. i've been procrastinating, it's hard to do, it's hard to bring some of it back to the front of my mind. it's very easy to find myself distracted by the routine of my life so that i don't dwell on all these sad thoughts
i know in my heart that for my dad the words "no more sorrow, no more pain" are so true. he lived with many sorrows and was in pain every day of his life, he had back and foot pain almost constantly. i know he is much happier now. that guilt is gone, that pain is gone, he is free.
but that does not completely take my pain away, that does not ease my missing him, does not take away my regrets of not telling my dad just how much i loved him. it was easier to "bust" on him for his "old man" tendencies, to roll my eyes when i had to show him how to watch a tv show that was on DVR or change a setting on his iPhone, to outwardly sigh when he asked me what other TV / movies a certain actor or actress had been on, to fuss at him for giving my dog ice cream and too much table food.
i do regret not having more heart-to-heart conversations with him, to pick his brain more about passages of scripture, to let him know that he had not failed me, that i was still his 'little girl' and still so proud of him and all he had accomplished in his life
so please don't stop praying for me. being alone is when i struggle the most, driving in the car, in bed at night before i fall asleep, etc
i love you all so much and will be forever grateful for your love and friendship, especially these past few weeks