It finally happened. The dreaded deed was accomplished. It took me a long to time to decide about it, but it was finished last weekend. What am I talking about? Look at the pictures. They will tell the story.
Rachel and I put the trampoline together in the summer before her 6th grade school year. As I was dismantling it, memories of doing that with her kept running through my mind. I got so sad that I actually had to stop after the fifth picture above and return the next day. It was just too painful. To finally let it go was to allow all of those wonderful moments to surface and grieve over their loss. I just loved being a father to Rachel and Abigail.
But Heidi and I are now entering another era of our lives as both of them are out of the house. Allowing myself to grieve has opened my heart again to new adventures with my children now that they are grown. I can still be a father, just in different ways. And I experienced again the goodness of grief. It’s a gift from the Father to keep our hearts alive!
This is the journey our hearts must go on. And it can happen anytime, anywhere. Even taking down a trampoline.