The past several weeks (almost two months!) have taught me once again the grace and mercy in not knowing what the future holds.
My father’s stroke in September changed everything.
He isn’t able to make the connection between my own grief over the death of Dominic with his grief over the life he lost the morning the clot stopped blood flow to part of his brain.
I can, though.
And so much of what I have learned in this grief journey is applicable to his. He was able to fully enjoy every minute up to the very second the stroke occurred.
How awful to be robbed of today’s joy with tomorrow’s sorrows.
Many years ago my grandparents had a lovely Fiftieth Anniversary Celebration with family and friends.
My dad videotaped it and the tape was full of fun moments where my grandmother was smiling, laughing and having a wonderful day.
It was a short time afterward that she began to show signs of dementia and not very long after that she left us.
We watched the videotape a year or two after her leaving and I thought, “What a mercy she didn’t know what was coming!”
Those moments were full of unadulterated joy because a sorrowful future was hidden from her heart.
Read the rest here: I Don’t Want to Know The Future
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