“Looking up today, the sky is a bright, clear blue—a stark contrast to the weight this day usually carries in my history. This is the day I watched my father pass away. But now, as an adult and an orphan who has grown wiser and closer to my God, I look back and see the beauty through the pain.
We didn’t grow up with much money, but I remember how I would save every bit of my birthday and Christmas cash just to buy gifts for others. I worked hard for those few dollars, only to turn around and spend them on the people I loved. I still remember the two button-up shirts I bought for my Dad in those fancy boxes; he had just graduated and needed professional clothes.
I was so proud to do that for him.I remember the pure joy on my younger siblings’ faces when I’d find something for them, too. As an adult, I didn’t get the chance to spoil him the way I would have wanted to now, but looking back, those childhood sacrifices feel so much brighter and more beautiful. I gave him what I had when it mattered most.
I love you, Daddy. And thank you, Jesus, for helping me find joy amongst the pain and for the blessing of these memories.”
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