Just a few hours earlier
dad had gone out to shovel the deepening snow so that he and mom could drive to
Wendy’s for a burger. As she pulled into Wendy's drive thru dad suddenly slumped
over next to her and she knew he was gone. She pulled out of the drive thru and
drove straight to the hospital where she called me. Daniel and I left the kids
with his parents and for the second time that day I made my way to the hospital.
8 hours earlier I had come to celebrate and welcome a new life and now I went to
say goodbye to my dad. Life holds such strange moments.
Dads death was a
delineating line in my life. Up to that moment I hadn’t really experienced loss
or grief of any substance. After his death it felt like the floodgates of hard
things were thrown open. We would subsequently have to let go of our beautiful
home in the foothills, our business, and pretty much all of life as we had known
it. It was an incredibly hard stretch of road. At the time I didn’t know it
would be one of many, I just knew the immediacy of that pain. 16 years later I
can see how God used those first hard losses to teach me how to open my hand. To
recognize that I have no control and to hold all things as loosely as I can by
continually handing those I love and the comforts that can appear so solid back
to God on repeat. It was my first really big lesson on loss and letting go, but
by no means the last.