Dad's Birthday

Today would have been Dad's 87th birthday. It seems strange not being able to tell him "happy birthday", or sing it to him. No family dinner is planned tonight. We don't get to see him smile while opening birthday cards or gifts. That's what makes today strange, but not sad. Why?

He's no longer trapped by illness, and because of God's grace, he's never been happier or more alive. It is well! He is well!

Feelings Don't Care About Facts

If you ever go down the blessed path of becoming a primary or significant caregiver for a loved one, be ready for harsh, even accusatory, feelings that ebb and flow after that season of life ends. By that I mean, no matter how much you love, you serve, or you sacrifice, unsteady feelings will rise up at various times to accuse you of giving up on your loved one, of doing nothing to help him at the end, of just letting go and letting him go, of being selfish, etc. They are feelings. They are not rooted in facts. But they are powerful. Feelings don't care about facts, so it's an important part of the healing and grieving process to recognize it and be honest about it.

For me, these unnerving feelings started the week after Dad passed away. They come and go, are mostly infrequent, but something unexpectedly triggered them again recently. By God's grace, I'm not paralyzed by them. I'm not shocked by them. And I assume they may rise up to taunt me for months, even years, to come.

And yet, Dad was a blessing. My time with him was precious and rewarding. Our family was blessed. There are thousands of little events, episodes, and decisions that I could obsessively replay in my mind, nitpick, and make different choices. I refuse to do that. I have to refuse that. Of the big picture and the choices we made to care for Dad at home all the way to the end, I wouldn't change a thing!