Like Grass in the
Morning
Like sand through
the hour glass, so are the days of our lives. I am sure some of us may have
heard about this program that used to air in KTN those days! I do not mean to
imply that I watched the program, but I couldn't ignore seeing that title.
Although it seems yesterday, it is now two years since dad passed on (I believe
to a better place).
Your transition was
so sudden and notably caught all of us off guard. You were well on Monday, fell
ill on Tuesday and you couldn't talk on Wednesday and Thursday. It was too sad
that on Friday I was comforting your dear wife (my mother) and initiating
burial preparations for you. One of the most difficult moments of my life was
breaking the news of your demise to my siblings some of whom I was so sure they
would not understand.
I was there that
morning to embrace your wife when she saw your lifeless body. Perhaps the
memory of your lives together and the imagination of a life without you
overwhelmed her and drew away every ounce of strength in her heart. At this
moment, the faith you introduced me to, was the immediate anchor of my soul.
Immediately in those difficult circumstances, I was so aware of the love of
God, and in her mourning embrace convinced her that we needed to thank God for
your life with us. And I offered the prayer of thanks giving.
I thought I was
strong until the next Tuesday we were laying you in your final resting place.
The sight of it all drove me to uncontrollable tears and I could feel the
shaking of my facial muscles that still I was unable to control. I mean, I was
overwhelmed too. The future seemed so uncertain. The comforting words of
friends seemed not to lessen the anguish but fire it up! But I thank all of you
who stood with us that day.
Some pledged to
stand with us in amazing ways. I mean the sweet talk of friends and relatives.
Yet in those two years I have clearly understood why the Holy Scriptures warn
us not to trust in man. Men were completely unable to help and forgot about us,
but God has been there for us faithfully. We have not lacked. The LORD became
our father and our source. We are still strong through His grace. A lot have
come our way, and our focus and hope we keep, that there will be a brighter and
perfect day for all of us! We sincerely miss you.
Surely, in the
morning men are like grass which grows up: In the morning it flourishes and grows
up; In the evening it is cut down and withers. -- Psalms 90:6
RIP dad.
