I had several people text me, and post on my FB wall that they were praying for me, and that they understood that this would be a tough Father's Day. I really appreciated the thoughts and prayers. I really needed just that. I really felt like I was going to do ok, but then during a church service yesterday, (and I was on stage at this exact moment) my Pastor said "perhaps this is your first Father's Day without your Father" as he was greeting the congregation, and I almost lost it. That was me. Trying to hold it together.
Then for the next few songs, there were moments of struggle. Had to drop off the mic cause I was getting choked up. I miss my Dad.
The last 3 weeks have been very hard. My wife has been in Mozambique, Africa for a planned mission trip. She left the day after we buried my Dad. I am glad she went because of the work that they did, and how much she enjoyed it. I wouldn't have changed it for the world.
It was just a little tougher without her here. She is such a wonderful support for me when I need it, and not having that support was hard. In addition, it's taken all that I have to help take care of my Mom, continue to work, find childcare for the kids, sell and ship all my Dad's medical equipment, and lead a Monday night group.
I am glad she's back.
So...I am picking up the blog about my Dad, and who he was, and the life he led. Stay tuned...