I will never forget that night. It stands out in my memory more than any other night that I journeyed through the process of losing a loved one.The services had ended, the last of the people had gone, the smell of flowers hung in the air like a thick fog, and I felt so alone. I was lonlier than I had ever known.
Laying upon my bed, I drew my knees up in a fetal position and wept, "Oh, Daddy!"....He's gone...My Daddy's gone. My mind whirled around with pictures of him and memories of the times we had spent together.
As I lay there the sobs became harder and finally my mouth gaped open and I wailed out of the depths of my spirit for the loss of my father.
There was none of this earth that could comfort me. I realized in that time frame just what God meant by the word "seperation". The pain of it was so difficult to bear. I knew that I would never be able to have the presence of my father in this life again.
My husband came to me and wrapped his loving arms tightly around me and held me as my whole body convulsed with sobs. Even knowing his love reached out to comfort me...no earthly comfort came.
Then...somewhere in the midst of the longest, darkest night of griefs journey; I felt the love of the Comforter cradle me until at last I felt asleep.
As I lay there the sobs became harder and finally my mouth gaped open and I wailed out of the depths of my spirit for the loss of my father.
There was none of this earth that could comfort me. I realized in that time frame just what God meant by the word "seperation". The pain of it was so difficult to bear. I knew that I would never be able to have the presence of my father in this life again.
My husband came to me and wrapped his loving arms tightly around me and held me as my whole body convulsed with sobs. Even knowing his love reached out to comfort me...no earthly comfort came.
Then...somewhere in the midst of the longest, darkest night of griefs journey; I felt the love of the Comforter cradle me until at last I felt asleep.
