Tsunami
I keep thinking about how utterly painful life would feel right now if Dad were still here and I could not visit him. I cannot imagine what it must feel like for those no longer able to visit their loved ones. I cannot imagine what it must be like for those living with dementia and no longer having that familiar face or touch. Then, I think about what we would have done if Dad had passed away in the midst of all this. The inability to gather as a family to mourn and plan a funeral would be excruciating. My heart breaks to think about those having to deal with this exact issue. I’m thinking of all these scenarios happening for others and my heart breaks. Yet, I’ve used it to keep from the personal heartbreak I continue to feel. Life still feels utterly painful because Dad is not here. Maybe the distraction has been good, the pain lessened for a little while. Yet, it wasn’t by anything that brought joy. Just more fear and anxieties and what-if’s; sometimes I wonder when God wil