O Death, Where is Thy Sting?

"O Death, where is thy sting?" - 1 Corinthians 15:55

My husband and I were talking about this verse the other day.  He was telling me that it's one of those Scriptures in which we see the "already, but not yet" as well as a taste of prophecy.  For those who fall asleep in the Lord, they can truly proclaim that death has no sting and hell has no victory.  But for those of us left behind, we feel the sting of death as our loved ones are physically separated from us in the world.

Tonight (10/17/16), my dad's sister, Yolanda, passed into eternity.  Only three weeks have passed since the death of my dad.  I have still been coming to terms with my earthly loss and yet here I am again faced with such a reality of a physical separation of a Tia that I have really grown to rely on in this past year.  She and my dad were very close and my own relationship with her had grown tremendously in the past several months.  She has been retired and I am a housewife balancing life with my husband in a new occupation that takes more of his time than that of his former work.  Although we were in very different points of our lives, we spoke frequently and even several times during the day.

Sweet Dreams

A beautiful photo of my dad.  

Friday the 14th marked three weeks since the loss of my father.  Some days are mostly good while others are extremely difficult and filled with sadness.  I would have never imagined that such a loss could hurt so deeply.

Losing My Daddy. In Memory of Samuel Garcia 02-12-1949 to 09-23-2016.

My wedding day, Dec. 2, 2007.

It's funny, I have found writing to be therapeutic to me since my youth.  I always kept journals either in paper or digital form, but when I got married back in 2007, my "need" for writing seemed to disappear.  Perhaps it was because I had found a new confidant in my best friend and husband, Peter.  

Over the years as we grew I found two new confidants that I had not known before: my dad and my mom.