Sunday, June 13, 2010

Mile Marker 48

It has been seven years since Dad died. Several times now, I've driven past that crick-bed on I-44 in Missouri where his soul left this world. Sitting in my Bible, I still have a Father's Day card, signed but unsent. I still miss him.

I had hopes of writing up some elaborate tribute to my Dad, but sometimes the grief is still too much, sneaking up on me in waves of emotion. So instead, I just ask that today you say a prayer for his soul, and for my family.

May God bless you and yours abundantly,

1 comment:

Jacob said...

R.I.P. MARTY. Your missed terribly by family and friends.