Sometimes we forget that everything is not always as it seems. When the past is rocky and the storm is currently raging it’s so easy to get into the business of predicting the future. It’s a job that we’re not qualified to even apply for, but it just makes so much sense. That is, until we look over our own shoulder and we remember the trouble we couldn’t see a way out of and yet we made it through. There were no answers and by any stitch of logic failure or devastation was an absolute certainty, but some way somehow, you’re still here.
A little over a year ago, my dad lost his love. Mom passed away two and a half weeks before Mother’s day. Seven months later while suffering through a marathon of incredible loneliness, my dad went down. He wound up in the hospital for a month, followed by nearly three months in a rehab facility. He had a laundry list of ailments and they were serious. In addition, he had injured his knee and it was frozen, so he was immobile and needed help for practically everything. He could no longer live on his own, and by any reasonable observation his world was shrinking.
Once he was released from the facility, my sister Janice moved him in with her. Starting with the loss of my mom, he had been living eleven months of hell with each domino pushing the other and it was all going in the wrong direction. It’s hard to believe that this all happened in such a short window and how dark it became, but then again…look at this picture.
This is my dad, the jokester, the chuckler, the one who loves to laugh walking with Kasie, his physical therapist and loving it. His world isn’t perfect, but he’s with family and he’s doing well. He’s no longer immobile, and while he may have to use a walker, look at him go. I went for a visit and as usual we found plenty to laugh about.
We weren’t as close as I would’ve liked growing up, but I learned after I left home and got my own family just how hard it is to raise one and keep everyone together. He along with my mom did a beautiful job and I owe them both more respect than I could imagine. They made a way for us until it was time to make our own way and the evidence shows up in my siblings.
I’m not usually overly religious in my blog, I have my faith and it is real but this is a professional page, right? In today’s world I should apologize for mentioning God I’m sure, but that’s one apology that you’ll never receive. I’m not in the business of predicting the future because that task belongs to God despite what the circumstances say or how dark today appears. My job is to put one foot in front of the other with an open attitude that says anything is possible. Maybe it’s just me, but I think HE does HIS very best work when I realize that while I may be weak, HE is strong.
Happy father’s day to my dad. After a year of darkness that no one could predict, Tommy got his laugh back and I think that’s just marvelous.
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