Today I found out that a childhood friend's father passed away today. This obviously got me thinking about my Dad and how he is no longer here on this Earth. I haven't written much about my Dad since he passed away, I have pretty much kept to myself on the subject. I do not think that words can even express how I feel about his death or how much I miss him.
I was also thinking of how many friends, who are my age, have lost a parent in the last couple of years. It kind of makes me angry because I do not feel that I am old enough to have lost a parent yet. Children grow up, get married, have children, their children grow up and THEN they begin to lose their parents. We are supposed to have our parents with us until they are old. They are supposed to attend our children's graduations and weddings. They are supposed to be there for their first great-grandchildren. That is how it works. At least I thought it did.
My Dad will never attend my child's kindergarten graduation, much less his high school graduation. My Dad will never know any of his other grandchildren. He is supposed to be here! Why isn't he here? Why did God decide it was time? Why don't I have any answers? Why are so many of us losing a parent? I don't have any answers but as I continue to work through the grieving process I find peace in knowing that for some reason losing my Dad fits into God's plan for my life. I don't like it. In fact, I hate it, but it is what God has given to me and through it He will be glorified.
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