Grief is so unpredictable. Today is the 14th Father's day that I have celebrated without my dad.
You would think that it would get easier...and it does, but sometimes grief hits me like a ton of bricks. It was so sad for me today. I'm not sure why this Father's day was so different from others.
Hudson had a tball tournament this weekend, and as I was watching him play and Matt coach I was reminded of how my dad coached my brother.
I remembered that we buried my dad in his little-league baseball hat and that his team wore their uniforms to the funeral. I could picture him there at my little boy's game...I could almost feel what it would've been like if he had, and grief washed over me.
It is a new phase of life that I am living without my dad, and it peels back a layer of grief. I am thankful that my Heavenly Father promises that His mercies are new every morning, and so I'll look to another day.
For those that this was a bit too much for...lighter posts are coming : ) It was a wonderful and fun tball weekend, Hudson & Micah had a blast, and Lily is growing up way too fast. Pictures to come soon.
