Today would have been my Daddy’s 81st birthday.  The “sweet” of knowing him and being his daughter is worth every bit of the “bitter” of losing him long before I was ready to let him go.  He’s been gone almost 10 years.  In some ways it seems like no time has passed, yet other times, it seems like forever ago.  Maybe that’s just a glimpse of what David (Ps 90:4) and Peter  (II Pet 3:8) meant when they said  to God a thousand years seem like a day. 

Our family has learned to live around the hole his passing left.  We have continued with old traditions and made some new ones.  We have a new seating arrangement at the dinner table, and keep old pictures out to help us remember.  We have new stories, but still find joy in repeating the old ones. 

Rev 21:4 promises that when all of us get to heaven at last, we will never again have to live around the holes that grief and pain have left in our lives.  “He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”  The new order will be better than we can ask or imagine.  And we will all be able to share it together.