HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD

Today would have been my dad’s 85th b’day. I really thought he’d live to 100. He just always seemed so invincible. It’s been almost 6 years now since he passed away. While time has made me accept that he’s gone, I’ll never stop missing him. I often wonder how people with no faith in God survive the losses in life. My grief for my dad has definitely been softened by the knowledge that I’ll see him again when Jesus returns. To me, he’s merely taking a break. And when Jesus lifts him up again he’ll never be sick again. The worst part is that he’s missing out on seeing my kids grow up. He loved babies with all his heart. I just wish he could have had more time with them. Raven was only 2 and Baby Anna was a mere 6 months old. I'll never forget that weekend was the first time she sat up all by herself.
Dad, you’d be so proud of them. They are growing into beautiful young ladies.
I love you, Dad. I miss you. I know you wouldn't want us sad. See you later.