Last night we visited the other congregation and that was nice. I only had one insensitive comment and a slew of questions from one person. Dad was therapist for many years and he served others. He lived for them. Now that he is gone, the question that kills me is the one when they ask Who is running the therapy office? I have to take a deep breath and try to answer it or get out of answering it (I havent discovered how yet) that when he died, his hands went with him. He built a business with his hands. He worked very hard and got very tired. He literally spent his life and body as a slave for the betterment of others. How am I suppose to keep that going without him? I went to school too but one day in the presence of my Dad you would of known you were with something special. We can not hand over what he made out of nothing into something so wonderful to anyone. No one can fill his shoes or work as tenderly as he. I for one am humble enough to know that. I just wish they knew too so they could stop asking the question. And last night the guy kept asking as if I didnt understand him over and over...No really? You closed it? God needs to grant me some time to overcome these feelings. It has been five years since I worked and people still want to know if I am going to work and if not why not. I am running out of holes to hide in. Oh! and it gets worse when they ask me what we did with his stuff! The equipment! Im sure other people go through this. I just wish I knew how but yet, I really dont want to face this again ever. I loved you Dad. And your things remain...but they are just things.
Posted on: Fri, 29 Aug 2014 17:56:32 +0000
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