Dear Dad: It Takes a Village
I have been so thankful for all of the friends and family that have surrounded us to encourage and support us in raising Caleb. The best parenting definitely includes a village of helping hands!
Over the last six months, I have realized that a village of helpers is equally important in grief.
Two of my friends are walking that long and sad road of watching their dad’s suffer. I hate that other people have to experience the raw, unrelenting grief that I have. On the other hand, I am glad that I can use my own grief journey to encourage and support others. A handful of other friends are grieving different losses and I can only hope that I can give them some measure of comfort.
Molly wrote the other day after her first end of the year banquet without you. Grief can be so lonely sometimes. We need each other so desperately during this season of grief. Mom put it well in her post today. I’m glad we have each other to mourn with; one day we’ll write that book about our grief journeys as a young woman, a young mom, and a young widow.
When I first began my battle with anxiety, mom discovered the song Healing Begins and I heard it on the radio the other day. The lyrics continue to resonate with me so deeply:
So you thought you had to keep this up/All the work that you do/So we think that you’re good/And you can’t believe it’s not enough/All the walls you built up/Are just glass on the outside//So let ’em fall down/There’s freedom waiting in the sound/When you let your walls fall to the ground/We’re here now//This is where the healing begins, oh/This is where the healing starts/When you come to where you’re broken within/The light meets the dark/The light meets the dark
Love you dad and so thankful for the legacy of community you have left,