I was just watching the movie The Last Song. I didn't know anything about the movie... it just looked like a good clean family movie to watch.
My father-in-law died in an industrial accident years ago, before he was my father-in-law. Our families were friends, so I still remember very clearly when I was told he had passed. There had been an explosion, he was burned badly. He had survived a couple days, but then passed.
In the early days of the TV Show ER, I used to enjoy watching it. My mother-in-law would watch with me. I remember one time the subject matter of the show was a case involving a burn victim. My mother-in-law left the room. She couldn't watch. I understood, but didn't understand what that felt like.
Tonight as I was watching the movie, I found it was about a father who had been estranged from his children. He has them come stay with him for the summer. As the movie unfolds you discover he is dying from cancer. It is still hard to watch that. I find it impossible to watch it - without feeling those feelings all over again. Without looking at the 'reality' of life as I know it.... as my kids know it. Without feeling the pain all over again of my kids growing up without their father. Now, years later, I can truly understand what that must have felt like for my mother-in-law. Why she preferred to change the channel on those nights.
In the movie the older sister comments regarding her younger brother that her dad won't get to see him grow up.
I would just like to disagree with that, if I may. My kids are not the little kids they were when their father passed. They have grown up. They are turning into teenagers, young adults with mature thoughts and decision making power. They have missed the daily interaction with their father. Had he been here, they would have become someone else. But, even though he was not here... I know that he has watched them grow up. He has been there for them in moments he could not have been otherwise. He has not been able to physically hold them or discipline them, but he has been able to help them feel his love for them when they needed it. He has watched them grow up. Death takes away many things, but that is not one of them.
I was a 29 year old mother of three who had spent eleven years with my love. I was widowed. This diary begins five years after his death. I hope to capture the memories of this journey. The lessons. The joy. The sadness. The humor. The faith. The hope.
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Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Saturday, September 4, 2010
GREATER FAITH
The term widows is used 34 times in the scriptures. In 23 of these passages, the term refers to widows and the fatherless. I believe the Lord has a tender feeling toward widows and the fatherless, or orphans. He knows that they may have to rely more completely on Him than on others. Their prayers will be more personal and lasting, service to fellowmen more genuine, and faith greater.
Earl C. Tingey
Earl C. Tingey
Saturday, July 24, 2010
PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS NOT NORMAL
I am better. I am stronger. I am not who I used to be.
Most of that is a good thing. I have been stretched.
There is much more I desire to be. I don't know when I will find the time to be the person I want to be. But, in the meantime... somedays I see who I am / how I am... and I just hope this is not normal. That there is still healing to do, that once done I will not be like this anymore.
Please tell me I didn't get suck in a rutt of bad behavior on my path that has become my normal.
I don't like it.... But, I am also not sure where I will find the energy to change it. Patience and prayer.
Most of that is a good thing. I have been stretched.
There is much more I desire to be. I don't know when I will find the time to be the person I want to be. But, in the meantime... somedays I see who I am / how I am... and I just hope this is not normal. That there is still healing to do, that once done I will not be like this anymore.
Please tell me I didn't get suck in a rutt of bad behavior on my path that has become my normal.
I don't like it.... But, I am also not sure where I will find the energy to change it. Patience and prayer.
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