October 28, 2007

For a long time, many months, I was always curious about one thing that I wanted to ask the girls, but was too ashamed to ask as the father.

Late in the evening, I was grieving terribly, extreme sadness in my heart. I had to ask,

“You sisters spent a lot more time together with Lydia, than me. How come that now Lydia is gone, and you can do better than me?” I asked one of the girls, while other two also on the side listening, mom also could hear our conversation clearly in the other room. But she stayed there, also curious about the answer.

She thought for a few seconds, then said,

“Because I don’t think that much that she is dead. I felt Lydia has gone far away, and we are going to see her and with her again…”

Right away, another girl agreed, “Yeah!”

“Good, very good.” I replied, “Everybody, time to sleep.”

Several minutes later, girls had gone to their room. Only mom and I were in our room. We cried very very hard for the short conversation we just had.

It’s a very mixed, complex feeling. Hard to describe…

But I have to admit that this was one of the most impressive conversations we have had for the past year.

Praise the Lord.