This day we lost one of the greatest things in our life. Our dad, husband, uncle, son, brother, cousin, friend and so much more. A day I’ll never forget and sometimes pray wasn’t real.
Six years with Jesus and my heart still longs for you. My selfish flesh wants to hug you, to kiss your cheeks, and to hear the joy you would always exclaim over our family.
When you went to be with Jesus I began praising Him for how good you were to us. All the love you poured out to us. On this day, six years ago, we lost something that no one should ever have to lose. It’s the part of life we often don’t understand. That day when I chose to praise the Lord for all that you were my faith radically changed; for the good.
Of course, the sting of missing you is there, but I can still hear your gentle voice telling me you’re so proud. The Lord keeps His promises and gives us comfort in hard times. He rejoices with us in the good as well.
I often wonder what you’d think of all of this. The World Race. Just as you would share your life stories I long to share mine with you. One day I know I will and how great it will be.
You lived your life so generously.
But most importantly, dad, you shared the Lord with me. You and mom always taught us how important faith was and you lived it out. One of my favorite childhood memories in church was when you would always slide your finger across the lyrics to make sure we could sing-a-long.
Thank you for showing me what an earthly father/husband should look like. You were such a beautiful father in every way. The legacy that you left will forever be treasured.
Although my flesh is selfish and longs to have you my soul celebrates in knowing where you are.
We rejoice and celebrate all that you are.
Love always.
