My daddy

So I am posting this on June 3rd, but have been writing it for a couple of days.


It has been 10 years since I lost my daddy. Yes, I still call him my daddy. While some days it seems like just yesterday, there are other days were it seems like he has been gone much longer. I have to remind myself that I was blessed to have the world's greatest day for almost 25 years (don't do the math), I sometimes have that little bitter feeling of not having him for 25 more years. But it is not my right to question the actions of my loving Heavenly Father to take him when he did. Knowing the wonderfulness of my daddy, I think maybe some babies needed to be held. (One of the few men that liked to serve in Nursery.) To know my dad was to love him. He never met a stranger and never made anyone feel less then a child of God. I know he has been with our family many of times to share in our joys of some very special spiritual experiences. I love knowing that someday, if I do the best I can here on earth to following the Savior's teachings, that I will get to have one of the sweetest reunions ever. I miss so many things about him, but most I just miss being with him. I might even drink a Dr. Pepper in his honor (although just a sip, I don't know how he could drink that).


I don't hate this date, because it was the day that my daddy finally got to be freed from a body that trapped him the last year of his life. He was stricken with a horrible disease called ALS (Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis) or better known as Lou Gehrig's disease. I do my best not to think of how this disease took him but instead think of the great times we had over his life.


Thank you daddy for leaving the best legacy a father could leave. I love you.