I hate July.
That might be a bit of an exaggeration, but I truly dislike this month.
This month holds too many memories. Most of them wonderful, great, and fun. Some of them, however, are very, very bad.
July 30, 2011, was the day we lost Mark. That day, my life forever changed.
That day, our sons’ lives forever changed.
I became a widow.
They became orphans, at least in the biblical sense.
I felt like my arms had been cut off. I lost my best friend, husband, lover, confidante, and biggest cheerleader.
My boys lost a wonderful role model, someone who was compassionate, just, loving, patient, and had integrity to spare. They lost a dad who loved them beyond compare.
Life goes on.
We adjust our sails and move forward, because that’s what Mark would want us to do. I have two boys to raise, and by the grace of God, we’re doing okay.
And while there’s been great healing in all our lives, and we’ve forged a new path, July still takes us back to the surreal place in time where we were forced to say goodbye to not only the best man we’ve ever known, but also a way of life.
So we hurt.
And cry, in the midst of smiles, remembering.
Life’s not fair. You play the hand you’re dealt.
I’m determined to play the heck outta this hand until the dealer’s out of money and the casino’s closed 🙂
“God in His holy house is a father to those who have no father.
And He keeps the women safe whose husbands have died.”
Psalms 68:5 (NLV)