My father has entered hospice. He has been in so much pain for so long and while he wouldn’t choose to leave his family his body isn’t giving him that option. And so, the grief journey begins for my family again.
Today is the 64th anniversary of my parents’ marriage. They built a wonderful family with five children (I’m the fourth), eight grandchildren and four great-grandchildren.
I’ll have good memories of Dad, and I’ll eventually write about them here. For now, though I’ll just tell you about one. At some point Dad developed a fascination with frog sculptures. The backyard, the deck and parts of the house ended up being filled with frogs. When I was helping to clean the house on Saturday before he came home from the hospital I spotted frog on the deck that seemed fitting.
There’s a part that’s missing and won’t ever be back. And that’s going to draw our focus when we look at it. Someday we’ll be able to look at it and see and the good that still remains in our lives.
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