Busy Nothings

Today is my Dad’s 9th Joyaversary. He died of Mesothelioma, a rare form of cancer that develops in the lining of the lung, usually caused by asbestos. I can’t believe sometimes how fresh it seems even though it’s been 9 years. I wonder if the pain of it will ever lessen. Although this day always dampens Thanksgiving just a bit for me, this year it has been a comfort that it falls at the end of the church year when we look forward to the Last Day and joining our loved ones in heaven. I love you, Daddy!

I think All Saints Day is becoming one of my favorite church festivals. Especially because it comes a few weeks before my Dad’s Joyaversary. Pastor Voss in church on Sunday had a great sermon that really gave me a new perspective on death. You can listen to it here (the site is still under construction by my hubby). I have really embraced this metaphor from the sermon–it reminds me of how small an interval of time our earthly life really is:

I suppose we could think of death as being a journey a person goes on where we can’t contact them. There isn’t a postal zone, no zip code, no cell phone would reach them, no lines of communication. However, we do know that in time we will be reunited with them.

Can’t wait to go home!