Hold My Heart...

The song "Hold My Heart" by Tenth Avenue North was playing on the radio last Monday when I was driving to my mom's after getting the call that my dad had died...
"One tear in the driving rain...
one voice in a sea of pain...
could the Maker of the stars hear the sound of my breaking heart?
One life, that's all I am...
right now I can barely stand...
If You're everything You say You are...
would You come close and hold my heart?"
It was fitting at that moment, and is now as well.


The memorial service was a very special tribute to my dad's life, and many people have reached out to touch our hearts in the past week. So much to DO...I think I've been on autopilot with very little time to grieve.
This is where the grieving begins...
at the point where life picks up and moves on. I can say the words and know that they're true..."it was a blessing, Dad is free from the ravages of Parkinson's Disease, he is with our Heavenly Father..."
yet my heart cries "how do I go on without ever seeing his smile, hearing his voice, feeling his touch, having his quiet strength and presence in my life here on earth?"
this is where the grieving begins...and healing starts.