• 07Jun

    The boys (Benjamin-6, Josiah-6) have been talking about Daddy again.  I like knowing what is going through their minds, but sometimes it hurts so bad. 

    Benjamin (6) hasn’t been sleeping real well as evidenced by the circles under his eyes and he keeps trying to tell me that he wants to sleep with me.  I’m not ready to encourage that.  Further digging brought out the fact that he was cold and he wanted to cuddle up next to Daddy and get warm. 

    We also spent some time talking about things we remember about Daddy and Benjamin (6) said that he remember’s seeing Daddy when he was dead.  That is such an awful picture.  I remember that, too with a clarity that makes the tears fall every time. 

    Josiah (6) says he misses his “old Daddy”.  (He’s the one pushing to get a new Daddy.)

    I really missed my Danny, too today.  I opened a set of hair cutting clippers yesterday while digging through boxes and found some of his hair.  The feel of it on my fingers . . .  I should have saved some to put in a scrap book or something.  I can remember jokingly telling Dan that if something happened to him that I would probably still be finding his little hairs all over for a couple of months afterward.  I’m not laughing now.

    Dassy (3) remembers that Daddy liked the skins on his potatoes.  She claims she likes them that way, too, because that’s the way that Daddy liked them, but I have a hard time believing that.  I can remember him making a baked potato at 9:00 at night or something weird like that, because he “was really hungry for a potato”.  He would mash it all up, filling up one of our big plates, put butter on it, salt, and then ask if I wanted any.  I would usually say “probably not”, and then he knew that he shouldn’t put pepper on all of it because I would eat some of it.  It just always looked so good when he sat down next to me to eat it . . .      And then when it came time to make french fries or potato salad (which he liked by the ice cream bucket full) I would insist on helping because I didn’t like the skins and he didn’t like peeling the potatoes.  =)

    I think I’m feeling a little angry with God right now.  Just what exactly does He want me to tell these kids!?  I don’t want to do this alone.  What makes Him think I can handle this anyway?!  And other such rhetorical questions . . 

    Tomorrow is a new day.  A little sleep, maybe a little more iron in my system, and hopefully I will be back to my more optimistic view on life.  God is good ALL the Time . . God is good ALL the Time  . . God is good ALL the Time  . . God is good ALL the Time  . .

4 Comments to More Memories

  • Liisa,

    Those questions….with no answers. Let me know the answers when you find them out. The mind of our God…will we ever fully understand His ways or His thoughts?

    Love you my friend,
    Amy

  • Unanswered questions are the hardest. God knows the answers and if and when He feels you need them you will know His mind in the meantime all I know from experience is that “pat answers” don’t work. Just let your heart answer your little ones and they will be able to understand. Oh, and “I don’t know” is a perfectly good answer too.

    Love you all.

  • Remmeber that Jacob fought with God. All night. Until exhaustion. The Scriptures are full of men of God who were angry with God. I say this to encourage you to engage those feelings of anger and confusion as you speak Truth to yourself about God’s goodness. He can take it.

  • I was told one time by my pastor that ” OUR MINDS AREN’T BIG ENOUGH TO HOLD ALL THE ANSWERS FROM GOD”!