Coming up on two years now, I still miss his silly grin. I have laid awake at night and wondered how a spouse ever recovers from the loss of their companion. How does a child move on without the tangible father of flesh and bone? I know the Bible promises that God is the Father to the Fatherless, I have claimed that scripture a time or two for myself, I'm still not sure how that works.
Every time I see his girls, I think about how the ancients carved monuments of stone to honor loved ones lost, and how those lifeless rocks, though they may last a thousand years; they don't hold a candle to the flesh a blood of those children Patrick was taken from. All the good that Patrick was, his tenacity, his intellect and his inviting personality are still here in the form of his girls. I am thankful for the mercy of this consolation.
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