A wound that goes unacknowledged and unwept is a wound that cannot heal. – John Eldredge
On the same day 6 years ago, papa had his last breath.
That time I thought it was the end of my life as well. I remember asking a lot of people, ”when will the grieving stop? When will it start to feel better?” I felt like mine was never-ending.
I have learned that grief has no time frame. It could go on for months, for years, for decades. But no matter how long it takes for you to cry for a loss, know that it will get better through time.
Today as I browse through my father’s photos, I don’t feel that sorrowful stabbing pain anymore.
What I feel is an overwhelming sense of joy in seeing how God delivered my whole family from mourning into dancing and how he gave my life a new and exciting direction – something I would never imagine years ago.
It’s been 6 years. Today, I breathe in all the goodness of God.
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❤ I can still remember you grieving on the rooftop of SM the Block. God has comforted you with His faithfulness and love. ❤