Wow.  It  has been a rough emotional day.  It has taken me all day just to try and write something, however  June 22nd, 2007, 3 years ago today, we lost my dad to cancer.  There is not a day that goes by that I don’t think of him.  We would talk daily on the phone, sometimes a couple of times a day.  We talked about everything.

Oh the memories I have of my dad.  The ones that really stick out are of him taking me to church and seeing him lead the church during the song service.  He loved singing to the Lord.  I can just hear him now singing bass with the angels.  I remember getting up and singing harmony with him.    I haven’t sang in front of a church again since that last time I sang with him.  It just isn’t the same. 

Other memories include him being there cheering me on in the sports I played, him being their when I marched in the band, him being their when I graduated, him walking me down the aisle and eventually him being there when I had my children.  He was there for all of us no matter what.  He never judged us, he just loved us.

Unconditionally.

I know there was times I disappointed him, but he never let on.  He just kept loving me no matter what.

This is the last picture I got of my dad with all my kids. I will never forget the day. He and my mom had come to visit us not long after we had moved into the house. This was also during the time that he had gotten cancer for the second time. He never let on that he was so sick.  He just kept on going.  Such a strong man.  He knew where he was going when the Lord took him from the earth.  He was ready to go. 

Thank you dad for so many wonderful memories.  I know you not only made a huge impact in my life but many others.  You are still loved and missed very much.