Dominic’s Heaven Day fell right in the middle of Holy Week this year-Wednesday, April 12th marked three years since he entered Heaven and left us here.
And every day since then I’ve been homesick. Homesick for what I used to know and homesick for what I know awaits me when I join him there.
I can’t say that I handled this awful anniversary any better than the previous two but I did handle it differently. This year I was determined to create space for both mourning and dancing.
I cried a lot from Palm Sunday through his Heaven Day and into Resurrection Sunday morning. I found new wounds that needed attention and realized some old ones weren’t as patched up as I thought.
It was costly in terms of personal and relational energy but for the first time since Dom ran ahead to heaven, I was able to reclaim a holiday gathering.
And it was beautiful.
I missed him, of course, but things flowed and people loved one another and ministry happened and laughs floated through the air.
Everyone left with extra food and smiles on their faces.
This used to be my house every holiday, almost every Sunday. It hasn’t been that way since Dom left.
But for a few hours it felt like home again.