Sunday, June 16, 2013
Today is bittersweet for me. My dad was 46 years old when I was born. Growing up, I wasn't close to my dad - mainly because he was very busy farming, and also because my mom would get angry if she saw dad and me talking together. Yes, I realize now that my mom had some mental issues....it wasn't until when I was 22 years old and had moved out that dad and I became close. He would stop on his way home from town and visit, and after my mom passed away two years later, we became best friends. He passed away when I was 37 years old, and I miss him so very much yet. My husband loved him also, and credits my dad for bringing him to a closer relationship with God. I have so many wonderful memories of my dad, and know that I will see him again. I can imagine him up in Heaven laughing at some of the things his great grandsons say and do - he would so much enjoy them. I love you, Dad.