Remembering, hearing, seeing in my mind
The voice, the times, the laughter, the tears
Never forgetting, bittersweet
Knowing that time will bring healing and reunion
Through the cross
Safe, happy, peaceful, completion
c2015 Lisa Lyons
When I was ten years old, my dad learned to fly. He did countless take-offs and landings, solos, flew cross country, took tests, and finally, he was a pilot. The thrilling part to me was that we would get to go up with him….very soon! I trusted him completely; after all, he was my dad, and I was always safe with my dad. All we needed was the perfect day for our first flight as a family. Finally, that day came. Dad said, “It’s a great day to go flying!” And off we went, soaring off into the blue skies in our little Cessna four-seater. It was wonderful. 🙂
It has now been ten unbelievably hard and sad days since my amazing dad has flown away into heaven and God’s arms. I don’t ever think I will stop missing him, wanting to talk to him, ask him a question, give him a big hug. But I also know that where he is, there is no more crying, no more pain, and beauty beyond imagining as far as the eye can see. And when I get there one day, he will be there, waiting, with Jesus, and he will say, “It’s a great day to go flying!” And off we’ll go, and it will be wonderful. I love you, Dad. Love, Lisa