Twenty-four years ago today, my father passed away at 9:02 a.m. I was 24 years old at the time, so he has been gone from my life for as long as he was in it which seems really weird. Time passes so quickly. Yet there are times when he is right here with me while I go about my everyday tasks. A memory will come to mind. A saying of his will make its way through my thoughts. And it is like a part of him never really left me. He was a person worthy of remembering. A father whom I loved so very much.
Love heals our hearts. Love transcends the things that bring us down and lifts us up. Love, it appears, is permanent. It is as stable and constant as my father was in life. And it is what I feel today as I look out at the snowflakes gently falling from Heaven and swirling around like an embrace. One from a loving father who is with me today as he was 24 years ago and he will be 24 years from now. And I wonder how the love I'm sending back to him looks from where he is in Heaven.