The difference a year makes. As a child a year was forever waiting to grow up, waiting for Christmas, waiting for summer vacation.
This year has a different meaning to me now. Today 2/22/16 is one year since dad passed away. Two years and ten months since moms passing on 4/22/13. Funny, dad wanted to pass on the same day that mom did. We all knew it. That kind of love is powerful to be a witness to. Mom and Dad had that love. Still do.
This past year I’ve learned so much about grieving. One minute your celebrating that dads not in pain, he’s with mom in heaven, together forever. The next minute crying, heart wrenching, feeling this great chasm in my soul, missing my family.
So the grief roller coaster has continued. I’ve talked to people who lost their parents years and years ago, they tell me you never stop thinking of and missing your parents. But that time makes it easier, the heart wrenching becomes a sad memory of a love lost and a happy looking forward, as a believer in Christ, to the day you reunite forever.
I’ve tried really hard to focus on all the wonderful memories of mom and dad when I’m missing them. There are so many. If you have read dads blog or seen past entries or been around the Cowart/Worthington family at all, you know some of the crazy antics.
The time dad took some Indian bones someone sent him, made it into a family outing to replace them on an Indian mound site he knew of. Or the story that has been widely published of the Gravediggers Christmas. Memories of dad chasing mom around the kitchen, her squealing and giggling. Times dad took each of us to St Mary’s, Georgia to get Tabacco and eat at his favorite waterfront restaurant. Many thoughts of moms lasagna, dads slumgalion, roasts on every Sunday, meals around the dinner table.
Most of us fondly remember the nightly devotionals and singing after dinner. Then there were the Monday am men’s breakfasts for years, girls were allowed. Jokes flourished. Watching dad street preach with his easel.
Reading his many books and hearing him speak on Jacksonville the city he loved so much. Trips to Accokeek, Maryland to see our grandparents. Going to Goldhead to eat Kentucky Fried chicken and swim. Lessons on Latin, street preaching, charity ( receiving and giving), casting a shrimp net, how to make coffee in a percolator, all about fossils and rocks, how to properly pack, smoke and clean a pipe! Dad and mom in their garden.
In short, I was blessed to know dad and mom. Blessed to have so many fond memories. Those blessings carry me on days that i miss them so much. I hope your memories of dad bring you a smile and joy as we remember him today.