... and once again the sorrow and grief flooded my soul. This time with my dad it was a bit different. I remember going back home to be with him and my two brothers immediately after he was diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer. He was an amazing pastor of a small church in East Texas. I was sitting in the floor of his study watching him prepare for one of his upcoming sermons. He was sitting at his desk and I was sitting in the floor helping organize some papers when all of the sudden I looked up at him with tear flooded eyes and asked, "Now what am I going to do?" Dad looked down at me with questions in his eyes so I repeated myself. "Now what am I going to do?" The Doctors had told us it was only a matter of time since the cancer was spread all over the Pancreas. There were so many things my dad could have said at that moment but the words he chose to say as he looked down at me with a smile as big as Texas and eyes full of compassion were these: "Sweetheart, it's not about you........and it's not about me either......it's about whatever God is going to do through this." I was expecting some type of empathy or concern for myself and my dad took the focus off of me and him immediately and back on God. That moment amazed me and taught me more that I could have imagined.
We had always been close since I was the only daughter and the youngest of three. After mom died I started sending my dad Mothers Day cards. I told him he was now going to be my "mom fill in" he laughed and agreed to the challenge. So since Mothers Days were always difficult after momma died, I pick out my dad the prettiest pink frilly Mother's Day card I could find. You know how most Mother's Day cards have on the front "Happy Mother's Day, Mom"? Well, I would cross out the word mom and put Dad. Problem solved! He loved getting the card each year, probably more than the Fathers Day cards. I still to this day pick one out for my mom also. I bring it home and write to her in it and tuck it away in my journal. Now that dad is now dancing the jig on the streets of gold, I had to get creative with my Mothers Day card giving. Lucky for me I have two fantastic older brothers, Tim and Bobby Perry, I let them know after dad died that Mother's Day had just turned into Brother's Day, so they are know the proud recipients of the prettiest pink, frilly, Mother's Day cards. It's funny, when I was working with the card I mailed to Tim this past week I realized that if you take out the M and add the Br, Mother turns into Brother quite nicely. Anyway, I am telling you all this to help you realize there are so many creative ways to get around the sorrow that Mother's Day seems to bring once our moms have died. If you have other creative ideas that you have used along the way please let us know by blogging your suggestions and ideas.