October is here, and I've been missing my daddy a lot. A friend of mine went over to the Community Hospice in Ashland to look for some of the bricks. She found my daddy's brick and I sent copies to my brothers and sisters.
Most of the time I'm living life in a new normal, but there are times that sadness comes over me. I know my dad is in Heaven (a better place), but it's still hard to come home knowing that he's not waiting for me in his chair.
I'm so thankful that my dad taught me about Jesus and His gift of salvation to us. Because I have accepted Jesus' gift, I will get to see my dad again one day.
Having that hope is a comfort.