The Day after Father's Day

This year's Father's Day was understandably different for me.  My Dad passed away just 3 weeks ago.  His life (and his passing) is still very fresh in my mind.

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...