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# Six Years
- URL: https://www.chrisknightwrites.com/six-years/
- Published: 2026-07-29T19:26:07.000Z
- Updated: 2026-07-29T19:26:06.000Z
- Author: Chris Knight
- Tags: Grief

Six years ago today, at 3:26 p.m., my dad, Rev. Harold Knight, passed away at St. Vincent Hospital in Indianapolis. He was 80 years old.

I was in Idaho attending a conference with my teammate Denny Yoder when I received the news from my brother. Dad was in Indianapolis, with mom and Jeff gathered by his side. I was more than 1,500 miles away. Life was ending in one place while a conference schedule continued in another. Both felt like a completely normal part of life and absolutely impossible at the same time.

Time is bizarre that way.

**Six years feels incredibly short**. I can still hear Dad’s voice. I remember his humor, his love for his family and the way he could make an ordinary moment feel special. Some memories remain so clear that 2020 feels like last month.

**Six years also feels incredibly long**. So much has happened since then. Our family has celebrated weddings he never had the opportunity to experience, welcomed grandchildren he would have been thrilled to meet, endured difficult seasons and lived through countless ordinary days when I instinctively wanted to call my Dad.

That may be one of the strangest parts of grief. Life keeps moving. The calendar keeps filling up. The grass still needs to be mowed. Bills remain deeply committed to arriving on time. Yet part of your heart still lives in a moment the rest of the world has moved past.

**Grief does not follow a calendar very well.** An anniversary may pass quietly one year and knock the wind out of you the next. A song, photograph or familiar phrase can suddenly collapse six years into six seconds.

Scripture says, *“For you, a thousand years are as a passing day, as brief as a few night hours”* (Psalm 90:4, NLT). God experiences time differently than we do. We count it through birthdays, anniversaries and empty chairs. God sees the entire story at once.

I still miss my Dad. I wish we could have shared a few more Detroit Lions victories, along with more conversations, celebrations and ordinary moments. Yet I am grateful that death did not end his story. Because of Jesus, Dad is not merely part of my past. He is part of my future.

**Six years is both a long time and no time at all.** Eternity will finally make sense of both. Until then, I will keep remembering, keep missing him and keep following the Savior who has already carried my Dad safely home.