Love, Loss and Hope

The last several weeks have been especially difficult for my Dad; his brother had fallen ill, and on Mother’s Day, lost his battle and went home to his Lord. My Dad is the oldest of six, and has survived five siblings and both parents. I was a bit hesitant to write this post, but felt the message was important to share.

My Dad and Uncle have always had a good relationship, and even though they didn’t see each other as often as they would have liked, they were only a phone call or visit away. With each passing year, I could see how important relationships were to my Dad.

The day of the service was toughest on him. The message was filled with lovely words about my Uncle’s life. As the service ended and friends and family gave their last respects, it was time for our family to follow in the procession. I was next to my Dad’s side as he approached the casket. The sorrow he displayed was heartbreaking as his hand laid upon his brother’s heart for the last time, and tears fell.

I can’t imagine his pain and heartache, as I can’t imagine losing one of my own siblings. It makes me appreciate each one, and even though we don’t always see eye to eye, we love each other.

After the services were over, and friends and family parted ways, we spent time together with my Dad as a family. We didn’t have anywhere else to be other than with him. Letting him know how much we love and care about him. A simple drive to a favorite custard shop was in order as we shared stories. Driving around the countryside, admiring it’s beauty, is one of my Dad’s favorite things to do.

My message this week is about love, loss and hope. Be grateful for the loved ones in your life. Take the time to tell them how much they mean to you. Today is all we really have; live it with no regrets. Even though my Dad lost his brother in the physical sense, the love for him remains, and hope is knowing the light through the clouds. Rest in peace, dear Uncle.

xoxox…..Sheryl