My Dad (the one above the rest, in white) and his siblings in September 2003….
In August after my Dad passed away, my Aunt and Cousin both saw this picture on the same day, but separately. Later that day they went to each other to share what they saw. They had the same thought… foreshadow.
How can you look at this picture and not think something like that? The image gives me a sense of peace in a way, though. As if he’s still there now . . above them. Above us, smiling just like that.
How weird that the youngest of the five would be first to go.
But at the time, we had no idea. I wonder if anyone said anything about it back then. I’m sure they said something with him being the only one in white.
When I look at other older pictures of my Dad, I can’t help but think… wow, we had no idea what the future held. We didn’t know of God’s plan for his short life at the time of the pictures. But now that I’m facing the reality of what happened and I look back, it’s a really strange feeling. I think there’s a reason that only God knows our future.
Do not boast about tomorrow, for you do not know what a day may bring forth.
Tomorrow can mean the next day, the next week, or the next few years. Sometimes difficult to live by, but ever so true.
None of us knew he only had six more years here with us.
It’s hard to wrap my mind around all of this even though he was sick for two years. Sometimes people are alive and healthy … and gone the next day. I can’t even being to imagine.
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