Today marks a sad anniversary for me: my precious father passed away on this date in ’08.  I miss him everyday.  I wish I could dial the phone and hear his voice, his dumb jokes and his wise and experienced counsel.  I wish I could drive the Danville and sit across the table from him and visit and laugh and cry.  And I am heartbroken over the opportunities I had to do those very things prior to 2008 and failed to take advantage of them.

However, as sad as this day is in many (selfish) ways, I celebrate his passing and the resultant joinder he is experiencing with his Lord and Savior.  In so many and important ways, he’s the fortunate one.  His struggle is over.  His pain – both physical and emotional – are gone.  His joy is complete.

I love my Dad.

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