I don’t know how to break bad news.
Last weekend turned out a lot differently than anyone had planned. This is LT, Scott’s Dad. On Thursday he was at work. Friday he didn’t feel good and Friday night he went to the hospital. By Saturday afternoon he was gone.I wish someone would find a better way to break bad news. There isn’t one. It’s always sad, and sometimes awkward. Bad news is a terrible ice breaker, and it’s not a great conversation starter either. And so I’m not going to go into details here, it feels weird.
I do want to say how thankful I am to have my family close by right now. I am so thankful for Scott’s family, I couldn’t have hoped to marry into a better group of people. I am thankful for all those who have showed so much love and concern for us these last few days. I am thankful for my faith, and prayer, and for the peace that I feel in my heart. I am so grateful for my sweet husband and the incredible man that he is. I am grateful that I have my daughter. She brings such a wonderful sweetness and joy to my life.
I know that there is a reason we are here, and I know that all those trials we have are for a reason. We learn valuable lessons dealing with all those hard things. Lessons that can help us throughout our lives to be better people. Lessons that will help us to help those around us who are facing similar trials. Trials give us empathy. They make us humble. Trials are a great source of growth. Trials force you to realize that you can’t do everything on your own. We need each other. I can’t do it all on my own, and I am grateful for the people in my life who lift me up and carry me through those really bad days. Sometimes it’s just a few words, or a much needed few hours of babysitting. Sometimes it’s warm apple crisp, or a cup of sugar. Sometimes it really is as simple as a smile- an acknowledgment that you know I am here, that you are thinking about me. To all of you- Thank you.