Four Years

My heart has been heavy today as another year goes by without my Dad. I have been starring out the window a lot thinking about how beautiful and peaceful the snow is outside. It also snowed four years ago today. I continue to think about the gift my Dad left for me as he went to be with God. I don't even know if he realized how powerful the gift would be. Or how I use the gift in times that I feel tired and run down. Did he know the gift would make my marriage incredibly strong? Did he know it would make me a better mother? I wonder if he knew the gift continues to make me work to be a better person.

It is the gift of... "Every Day Counts!" Those three words are forever in my brain. I try to choose happiness each day. There isn't a day that goes by without lots of hugs, kisses, laughter, and I love you's in our home. What a perfect gift my Dad has given me! I know he is smiling down on me. I love you Dad!

I could go on for hours and type until my hands hurt with memories of my Dad. But tonight, I'm just sad. Yea, it still hurts after four years. It probably always will...and that's okay. The memories I think about and the old pictures I look through are comforting and I remember that he isn't really gone, but just a prayer away.



A picture of me about 10 months old, having a comfy nap on my Dad.


*Please do me a favor...remind those you love to get a colonoscopy if they are 50 years or older. It can truly save their lives!