Sometimes I feel like I've discovered some kernel of brilliance inside myself and managed to squeeze that onto the 'page'. And sometimes I read things that make me seem like a 5 year old kid with crayons...
Today is a little bit of all of those things I think... so before I go any further I want to share something I shamelessly lifted from my sisters facebook page (with permission)
I miss being able to pick up my phone and hear his voice on the other end. I miss his advice and his constant ability to speak life and encouragement that made me feel safe and loved. I miss the way he believed in me. And the way he loved my mom and sacrificed for our family. I miss the way He pursued the Lord and how inspiring his walk with God was. I miss his animated laugh and the way I could picture his goofy smile just by the inflection of his voice. I miss his tall and strong dad hugs. I miss watching and talking fall sports with him and having him cheering me on at all my races and games. I miss that he would (try to) explain car and budget and insurance stuff to me.
And I miss teasing him about being my old man, because now I realize that today would have only been 55 and that's not old at all.
Here's to the life you lived, Dad. You lived one heck of a good one, and I'm so crazy lucky to be part of your legacy.
-Alida Oegema
Sometimes... I don't have words, and it just hurts. But I know this... that the same God that was faithful through chronic fatigue, raising 4 kids, marriage, cancer, and everything in between, Is the same God who was there in that strangely shaped corner room when we stood and learned that there is a way to die well, and that it has everything to do with how you lived.
Well done Dad, we'll see you soon.
-Nick
