three years ago today my dad went to heaven. It was election day, a beautiful sunny fall day, Bible study day...those are the things I remember. I had talked to my mom on the phone early in the morning and dad wasn't doing good. He had been "battling" for a few days and it seemed like a waiting war. Do I go right now? Should I vote first? He would want me to vote...my car had a flat tire and I was driving on a doughnut...I should get that fixed first. Life. I got "the call" from my sister while loading the girls into my girlfriends van. It seemed like a whirlwind. It is honestly a day I don't really like to remember...it is exhausting to grieve. I remember feeling overwhelmingly exhausted. I was pregnant too. It makes me sad that my dad hasn't met our little M&M. He would say she is a "pill"...because that is what I say! :) Funny how we become more and more like our parents. I got this picture (below) right before we left the cemetery today and to me it is beautiful. I had kept scolding Megan for jumping off grave markers...it seems disrespectful to me. This time I didn't scold her though, it felt ok like she would climb up into her grandpa's lap. So this is her with her back to me (in defiance I'm sure...like "ha, is mom OK with this?!?!"), that fact alone makes me laugh because I was the stubborn child and he always told me I'd get my justice some day. :)
Here is my dad with me on my birthday:
I think he is pretty handsome...even with the 80's glasses. ;)So thankful for his love...for the loving home I was blessed to be born into and that through my parents I was pointed to a Father who will never leave me. I have a goodly heritage. I have the hope of heaven. God is good.