Our Keepsake Journal is Here! 🎉

I find it helpful to write to work through various emotions and thoughts. The what-ifs have haunted me for years. As I was thinking about my biological father (in Heaven) and his upcoming March birthday, I wanted to process my thoughts by writing him a letter. I felt there was much left unsaid and many actions held back.

If I could say something to my dad, this is what I would say.

Dearest Dad,

It’s hard to believe it’s been over 13 years since you left this earth. I know you are dancing around in Heavenno longer confined and restrained by the horrid disease that took you. 

That phone call as a young 18-year-old preparing for graduation felt like a deer in headlights, with the reality of losing you not really sinking in.

RELATED: My Dad’s Sudden Death Shattered My Heart

Your battle with Huntington’s disease is one I will never forget—so many memories etched into my mind forever. Most memories were as a young child. I remember the way bystanders treated you. The laughs. The jokes. The mockery. The harsh reality that people are so quick to judge a book by its cover without knowing the pain, suffering, and agony you were going through. The reality that you were dying and losing controlmentally and physically. The reality that you had lost so much in such horrible ways.

So many things left unsaid.

So many regrets on my behalf.

As a child and a teenager, I didn’t understand.

I couldn’t face the reality of what was happening to you.

I spent many sleepless nights, tossing and turning, wishing I could turn back time. 

I spent many sleepless nights wondering if I’d face the same reality. 

After receiving my negative test result, I was thankful. So incredibly grateful. But also a little angry. Wondering why you couldn’t have been so fortunate. To be here to see your children grow up. To see me marry the man of my dreams. To meet your grandchildren. To see who you really were if you weren’t sick.

I wish I could have been there and held your hand as your last breath exited your weary body.

I wish I wouldn’t have been so afraid to face you amidst your pain and anguish.

I wish I would’ve known the void that would fill my heart.

I’m so thankful you aren’t in pain anymore, but I sure wish I could look deep into your eyes and thank you for showing me what a warrior looked like.

You kept fighting.

You uttered the words “I love you” until the disease took your ability to speak. 

You mustered up all the strength you had to say those powerful three words. And I know you meant them.

You tried to show how much you cared amidst the disease changing you.

Thank you for showing me what it means to keep moving even when the world laughs and misunderstands.

Thank you for teaching me we should never judge a book by its cover. We do not know the agony and pain someone else is enduring.

Forever your little bambino. 

RELATED: Living Without My Dad Never Gets Easier

We aren’t guaranteed tomorrow and must make the most of today.

How do you process grief?

Write a letter.

Purchase a grief journal.

Know it’s OK to keep their memory alive.

Instead of living feeling trampled on by regrets from the past, go out and make today count

Be there for your children. 

Make amends. 

Restore the communication in your marriage. 

Say “I love you” more. 

Hug often. 

Be there for the sick loved one. 

Check on the new mom who is struggling with postpartum depression. 

Do not judge a book by its cover—try instead to understand the person’s story.

So God Made a Mother book by Leslie Means

If you liked this, you'll love our book, SO GOD MADE A MOTHER available now!

Order Now

Check out our new Keepsake Companion Journal that pairs with our So God Made a Mother book!

Order Now
So God Made a Mother's Story Keepsake Journal

Lizzy Christian

Lizzy Christian is a toddler-chasing, coffee-sipping, firefighter wife, and vacuuming enthusiast who has a passion for writing. She is the founder of the Fire Wife Chronicles, which is geared on topics of motherhood, marriage, faith, & first responder family life. Lizzy received her undergrad in Crisis Counseling from Liberty University and her Master of Arts in Human Services Counseling – Crisis Response and Trauma from Liberty University’s Graduate School. She is a two-time NYC Marathon finisher and avid runner, and former School Counselor and Athletic Director. Lizzy married her high school sweetheart and together they have two sons and a daughter. Visit www.lizzychristian.com for additional resources and upcoming projects. 

To Those Who Know the Bitter Hurt of Losing a Parent

In: Death of a Parent, Grief
Sad woman head in her hands sitting against a wall

To the young adults out there who have lost parents, this one is for you. You experienced a great loss and you’re still so young with so much life ahead of you. You often wonder how you can make it through the rest of your life without the parent who is no longer here. I see you struggling. On the outside, you hold it together. You keep a smile and hold your head up high; you want to take on the world and embrace life. You meet new people and want to tell them your story because maybe they understand....

Keep Reading

My Daddy is Waiting For Me in Heaven

In: Grief, Grown Children, Loss
Grown woman with her father, color photo

A few weeks ago, I visited my daddy’s grave for the first time since he passed over three years ago. I don’t know why it’s taken me so long. And the truth is, I haven’t had a real desire to go there. Each time I went back to my hometown to visit, I thought about it. But most often, the kids were in tow. And I didn’t want to bring them along. I thought it best that I was alone when I visited. Because I somehow didn’t trust that I would be able to control whatever emotions I could possibly...

Keep Reading

When a Parent Dies, Part of Your Heart Will Always Be Broken

In: Grief, Loss
When a Parents Dies, Part of Your Heart Will Always Be Broken www.herviewfromhome.com

I wish I could tell you it gets easier. I wish I could tell you this won’t hurt. I wish I could tell you that you are in control of the situation. I wish I had all the right words to take the pain away as you watch your parent endure this horrific illness. It is difficult to even put into words how it feels to watch a parent who was once larger than life slowly deteriorate. When a loved one becomes ill, life as you know it dramatically changes. Watching your parent die is absolute hell. Watching my larger-than-life...

Keep Reading