LOSING A LOVED ONE
It would be a difficult thing to live with, no doubt, but these are the sort of things that makes us who we are, the scars we have to live with till we depart from this world.
Sometimes life hits us, how we get back up are quite different from other. Other people are built with or rather build up the tenacity to bounce out of situations alone, others depend on other people to help them out of such a situation.
Check out blind Bartimeous (can't really say if I slept the name correctly or not) he didn't just sit around just because he was able to call out on Jesus to help him, he called out and still moved from where he was to meet Jesus.
Some people can move on their own, others can't, not a big deal but the society we live in has made those who can't move on their own look like imbeciles and not welcomed individuals, that has led to a lot of death than the real cause of death.
I have lost a loved on before, I lost my dad while I was about 10. I lost a brother, three years earlier . My dad's death has had a toll me, I notice it on most of my relationships with the adult male figures in my life. I don't talk and even when I do, it's a monosyllabic in response. I preferred talking to mothers than fathers, all thanks to the years I spent growing around just my mother. I wouldn't have been any better than I am, that's a story I can never tell.
What would I had turned out t be like if my father was to be alive?
Would I have been better?
There are some parts of me that yearned for a father, my mother couldn't just play out those roles. Gradually, I adopted her as my father, I took a while but I did. I now tell her about my girlfriends, my thoughts, plans, what I hope to achieve. She has been my biggest cheerleader so far.
Fast forward to now, I now deal and relate with fathers better, I am not there yet but I am not the timid child I used to be. It still pains me to not have one I can pull around or someone who can lift me up on his shoulder, but I have learnt to live a better life. I have evolved.
It doesn't happen over night, it builds up daily. Day after day, I step out hoping and praying to be better.
You don't get used to the feeling, no questions asked cause I haven't gotten used to it as well. I have gotten used to living with it daily, daily. This is my story.
I pray you heal and get better and may God help you to move on, you need Him just as I needed him.
Psalm 22v5
"To thee they cried, and were saved; in thee they trusted, and were not disappointed."
Trust in Him, you will not be disappointed.
Remain Blessed ❤.
Glad you found this helpful.
So inspiring ❤❤❤