I’m not a religious person, but my spirituality has evolved significantly over the past three years. One of my mantras is “let go and let God,” and I’ve been trying to repeat this phrase to myself – to remind myself that the events and fates of the universe are beyond my control, but that I can have faith that everything will happen as it should.
However, because the word “God” doesn’t flow off my tongue with a lot of ease and grace, I decided to try something different.
My beliefs about what happens after a person dies are ambiguous and uncertain. But I often feel that my dad is with me, looking over me, guiding me through my life. My dad was the kind of person who just took care of everything, without demanding praise or acknowledgement. I don’t think it ever occurred to me that there was anything my dad couldn’t do. I called him for anything and everything, and I just expected him to have the answers to my questions. I didn’t realize how all-encompassing his knowledge and his power were until he was gone.
So, when I think of an omniscient spirit watching over me and Tee, reassuring us that everything happens for a reason and that my preferred timeline is not necessarily the best timeline, it’s extremely easy for me to think of my dad. Sometimes I lose my faith in a higher power or in the universe – but I never lose my faith in my dad.