In Memory of My Dad...

From teaching me to ride a bike to telling me to start out with the same foot as him as he walked me down the aisle at my wedding, I have a lot of great memories of my dad.  Sure, there were a lot of trials that our family had, but there were many, many blessings that God blessed us with from the life of my Dad.

The hardest day of my life up to this point came on August 10, 2011 when I received a call from my mom at almost 7AM letting me know that my dad had passed away.  As I sit here and think, feel, remember, I know that nothing will ever be the same again without him.  There will never again be another "best" holiday because my dad will never again be a part of it here on this earth.  I may have good holidays, but never again a "best" holiday.  There will never again be a new photo with my dad's face in it, here on this earth.  I will never again be able to make new memories with him or hear his daily "I Love Yous" whenever me, him, and mom would talk on the phone.  He won't be the one to say the grace over holiday meals...someone else will need to do that.  But...my dad, he will live forever in my memories, in my heart, and always be a part of my life in that way.

It was (and will always be) a blessing to call him dad.