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Grieving

eyeThis post is a continuation of my story. It’s a fairy tale… with a twist.

Saying “yes” to the proposal was a rush. A very good one. To get caught up go here…and then read “up”. Or just start here . Either way, thanks for stopping by. In all my “My Story” posts, names have been changed for privacy; hence, the *.

Unfortunately, *Justin’s dad passed away. Because we had been dating for years and I truly adored his dad, losing his dad was devastating.

I was not “officially” part of the family, so I was not included in some of the family gatherings. I completely understood, and still do, but it left me to grieve alone. And because he wasn’t officially my father-in-law, I could not take off work. My assistant, at the time, was so gracious. She would step in to teach, when I couldn’t. She gave me space and permission to cry. She was my rock. My safe place to land each day. Looking back on that time, I know she was God’s grace to me. A “for such a time as this” person.

Of course, all wedding planning was on hold. My mind could not even consider planning something so joyous in the midst of all the sadness. Grieving needed to happen. And it did. Lots of it. Mostly in the shadows of the night where only God knew the depths of grief. But again, his Grace was sufficient and His presence evident. I knew I was not alone.

During the months that followed, I watched a grieving family cling to each other. To support and love each other in ways that had not happened before. Grief and loss does that.  It burns away all the things that don’t matter and leaves behind what does. Family.

And this family would soon be mine, as well.

Five Minute Friday – Beyond

Just got a text, then a call from a family member to tell me that my uncle passed away. He had heart surgery last year and almost died, but didn’t. The surgery this week was supposed to be minor but as we all know there is no minor surgery. Ever. There’s always risk.

Beyond this life my uncle is free. Free from the limitations of his earthly body. Free from pain. Free from doctor visits and hospital stays. He is free to be the soul his Creator made him to be. He. Is. Free.

I’m thinking he must be in heaven fixing something although I know nothing in Heaven is broken. He was just that kind of man. He could fix anything and loved it. Build anything. And when he did, it was always done right. He had that in common with his Savior – a carpenter.

Beyond our tears and sadness there is joy. Joy that he is with the One who made him. Joy that I had the privilege of knowing the man he was on earth. Joy that we will see him again someday.

Beyond this life. Because there is a beyond… and that gives me great peace.