Today was the two year anniversary of my father’s death. I had been anticipating this day for several weeks now and wondering what it would be like for my mom. I set up to have my dad prayed for at the parish Mass this afternoon. While mom doesn’t always remember that my dad died, she seemed to this morning. She wanted to go to Mass, but didn’t feel well enough to. She did, however, decide to take the drive out to the cemetery where my sister placed some flowers. It is impossible for my mom to make it out to the gravesite, but my sister took some pictures for her. When we arrived home, my mom could barely move. My sister and I were able to heave her and the wheelchair up the three steps in the garage to get her in the house. We poured her into bed and congratulated ourselves for accomplishing the task. It was a heavy day for us all, but we made it through. I’m grateful for the ability to remember and honor my dad and to once more give him to God.

I Found God today remembering, honoring, and praying for my dad.