This is a story about a loved one in a memoriam.
We all have a moment in our lives which we remember so perfectly, like it just happened yesterday. Whether it was a significant moment or a tragedy it stays close at heart with you.
Timing means everything in this world but Gods timing means even more.
We never know what may happen to us or the people we love, but you’ve got to understand that something good is going to come out of it.
Every struggle, or pain we have in our lives are their to challenge you. They are there to push you into the stronger person God designed you as.
Sometimes we don’t understand all of the questions we have but you also don’t need to necessarily understand the things you believe in. You’ve just got to push yourself out of the storm and into the light.
And as time comes and time goes, God holds on to those who hold on or even may let go.
Things happen for reasons, despite the time lost with you and the memories that are all I have left of you, I love you and I think about you every single day.
A best friend, a role model, and someone like a father to me you are missed so dearly. And loved so passionately.
Thinking of you, always.
My Grandfather, my Papa Pete was like a father to me.
Keeping me in line to be the best that I could ever be.
He taught me things no one else could have and he treated me like an angel.
He was a hard working man on the farm and such a light in my life.
My Papa Pete was a stubborn man but so determined at everything he did.
I still remember the way his face looked as he layed there infront of me
breathless and unsure.
It caught me off guard when I heard screaming coming from downstairs my sister and I tried so hard to save the man who meant so much to us.
We have grown up without a father figure in our lives, and our Grandfather proved to us that there's real men out there who appreciate, adore and will love you. He showed us that you can come above your mistakes and your addictions and you can be who your meant to be. He taught me how to do the smallest things that meant the most to me just by him teaching.
A simple joke that he'd crack would place that smile on my face for moments after.
The way he never gave up through any storm he held on to the truth which is there is always light at the end of the dark tunnel.
He was an inspiration in my life and to this day he still is.
As I held him as he lied on the floor I cried and cried as God took the best man I knew up to heaven with him.
I've realized though, that the things in life happen for reasons and sometimes we won't know those reasons but they only make us stronger. They only show us the things that count the most in our lives.
Sometimes the battles we face feel like the hardest thing, because we go on like we have to face it alone. That is so un-true, and even I, myself often get lost in that thinking. I find myself lost, affraid, insecure and feeling like the battle I am facing is impossible to defeat alone. Like no matter where I turn nothing will help save me for I think that I am alone. I get lost in the shadow, but the thing is that shadow is in our way for a reason. It’s there to show us that Jesus is the light. With him, he will give us our strength to face the battles we come across for Jesus does not give us anything that we can not handle.
I miss you Papa Pete, my father to me but I know your safe and I know you loved me.
Thank you for all that you have done in my life, and for teaching me unlimited possibilities.
Love always and forever
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