My father showed up today. During the mediation space at the church service, I unexpectedly felt him sitting next to me.
I felt myself rest into his shoulder like I used to be able to do when he was alive.
You know how sometimes when you are trying to do all you can not to break down and then something unexpectedly wonderful occurs and you lose all chance of composure? I couldn’t stop the tears from pouring out of me.
I miss that feeling. I really have no way of describing it precisely enough.
It was just him.
And, this week has been so hard. Honestly, the external events would not suggest it, but the internal week has been rife with fears and confusion.
Just for a minute, I was just sitting with my dad and everything was okay.
Happy Father’s Day to me and my dad!