she said was that you'd taken a turn for the worse, and I had
better come home... I dropped everything and ran out of the office
sobbing "Dad is bad, I have to go"; once I got to the car,
I rang Luke to meet me there (he was still dropping the kids off at
school); and I drove like a mad woman all the way around to your
house praying constantly (and in a flood of tears the whole time).
"Hang in there Dad, hold on - I need to say goodbye first. I am
not ready yet, so hang in there" over and over again - how I got
there safely, and didn't get pulled over nor hit anyone, is just God
looking out for me. Mum says I turned into the drive so fast she
thought I was going to take the gate out. I will never forget that
were still with us - to this day I am not 100% sure of exactly what
happened, but I understand you'd decided to try having a shower by
yourself, so had got up while Mum was in the kitchen, to get yourself
ready. Mum came out to …
Over the next few days / week, I will be publishing a series of posts that document Dad's last month with us... I wrote this up last week, and it is more for my family and myself, so we don't forget all those little details. But be aware that my posts are going to be very single-focused over the next little while, and I am not going to apologise... this is how I work through things, I write; always have, and quite likely always will. I haven't always published them online admittedly - but times are changing. I also believe that grief is something everyone will have to endure at some stage in their lives, and while everyone works through things differently, there are still certain steps we all take as we weave our way through this unfamiliar territory. So this is also for those who have lost a loved one - a parent in particular... I know my journey is not the same as yours,, but we have both loved and lost a little bit of our heart. And while I don't dare dream of sayin…
One of my passions has always been to help people; and basically whatever I was going through at any given stage, that was the area of 'passion' I thought that I would help people in longer term; whether it be through counselling, health, allergies, nutrition... But as I have worked through these issues in my own life, and let them go - my passion for 'helping' people in this area, also dwindled and died as I moved on. But the deep desire, the over-riding goal, to help people in some form or another, has never died.
For me it has always been a case of coming alongside people, and helping them work through things together - I have never been interested in big group meetings, or the theoretical aspect; the 'dream' has always been to gently walk beside someone(s) on their journey, quietly encouraging them and teaching them everything I have learnt, in the hope that it inspires and encourages them.
As time has gone on - I have come to understand that people need help…