Happy Birthday Dad

Sixteen and a half years ago my father, James passed away. He died of SARS in China when they had that huge outbreak. Today is his birthday. I mentioned this to a friend last week and it keeps running through my mind today. Death is like a hole. It's always there. It takes a little while to figure out how to get around the hole. Some people suggest filling it in. I don't. I don't want to forget them. I have to figure out how to go around the hole. Though it's always there, days like this also remind me of the people who walk around the hole with me. Who hold my hand, listen to stories, and let me acknowledge that it happened. I'm also reminded that God is always here holding my hand and providing suggestions on ways to go around the hole. One day my dad will be whole again and I'll be whole again and I'm grateful for that peace I feel on days like today. Happy Birthday, Dad! I'll watch a good show for you!