Trying to Heal

I've never done this before, but I went away all by myself. I'm at one of my dad's favorite places. The coast. And it's a beautiful day.

And yet, it's 1pm and I haven't gotten out of bed!!! It feels SOOOOOO good.

A few friends and family members didn't want me to be alone this weekend, but I just knew it was right! I'm finally resting, and a bit at peace.

It's just the beginning of healing, but Dad would be smiling at me right now.

I wanted to write and tell you all that his service was unbelievable. I can't really describe it, but it was everything we didn't even know we wanted. It truly was the Holy Spirit at work. We worked hard to prepare all the words, pictures, music, flowers, and prayers - but God was the glue. The people he brought, the words that were unplanned, the hearts broken together, the music taking us back in time, and three little kids standing together to say goodbye to their daddy. I know if heaven allows an eye down to earth, my dad would have been beaming with pride.

Life's a journey, and sometimes a crash course. Right now, out my window, the sea is calm.

I think I'll go walk alongside it for awhile....