So, today was the first day I went to the grave site of my daddy. Momma had asked me a couple of times that we had been in the car if I had been, and I told her not yet. I don't know why I hadn't gone yet, but I'm glad I finally did. I sat there for a few minutes and just said..."I miss you...and I love you." It's tough a lot of times, but I know where he is...he is with Jesus...and I can't wait to see him again.
I hope to go back again soon.