Key Scripture:
“Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.” — Psalm 23:4 (NIV)

Today, while many celebrate Halloween with candy and costumes, my heart holds a different connotation for this day. Much like December 7, 1941—the day of the attack on Pearl Harbor, which President Roosevelt declared a “day that would go down in infamy”—October 31 carries a weight of its own in my heart.

Sixteen years ago today, on October 31, 2008, my father lost his battle with multiple myeloma. Sixteen years is a long time, yet somehow, the memories feel as vivid as if it were just yesterday. I can hardly believe that so much time has passed, but even with the years, the sense of loss still feels surreal.

Not a day goes by without something that reminds me of my father—his presence, his voice, his love. His absence is deeply felt, and the space he left in my life is something that will always remain. But as I walk this path of grief, I am reminded of the words from Psalm 23:4: “Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me.”

In the valley of grief, God’s presence has been my comfort. He walks with me, sustaining me when the weight feels unbearable. In moments when memories flood my heart, I am reassured that God is not distant; He is right here, in the valley, offering His strength and comfort. His rod and staff guide me, and though my father is no longer here, my Heavenly Father is ever near.

Grief has no timeline, but God’s presence is a constant anchor. Remembering my father brings a bittersweet mix of joy and sorrow, but I find peace knowing that God’s love and strength are always with me. In His care, I find the courage to carry on, reassured that I am never alone in my sorrow.

Ending Prayer:
Lord, today I remember my father and all that he meant to me. The pain of his absence remains, but I thank You for being my comfort in the darkest valley. Thank You for walking with me, for sustaining me, and for the promise that I am never alone. Help me and all those who still feel that lingering absence from death to lean on You and find peace in Your constant presence. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Author, ‘The Claypot Misfit’