God, you fill in all spaces and abide in all times, and yet today, once space will feel every kind of void.
There will be feelings and memories and all sorts of things we want to pile onto that seat. We will fill that chair with tears and sighs and our still-stunned hearts.
How could we be here today, God? No. This can’t be…
(There is no other way around it: today will suck.)
But even as our hearts are breaking throughout the day, help us to fill Dad’s plate with delicious memories. May our time together today be one where we embed the joyful Thanksgiving moments of the past into our souls, recalling moments of laughter and creating new mirthful memories.