It’s so wonderful to be home again! I love being in my own place. It welcomes me back with open arms. I know God is gracious to me, and I thank him.
Today is a cool, wet day, but I’m not complaining. God has been with me, for that I am more than grateful. My dad went to glory last month. I praise His Father in heaven for taking him home. That must have been glorious. How absolutely wonderful!
We gathered together, all fifty of us, and remembered the gift of his life. He always had faith. It was the real deal that springs up naturally and gives praise to God for the beauty of living on His earth. He was remarkable that way.
Sometimes I am quieter than I used to be as I think of the gifts he gave me. Honesty was one of the most fluid and great gifts he gave to his family. His words were honest, from the heart, or he didn’t utter them. That’s the kind of man he was. He lived what he believed.
I loved my father. I’m glad that he was a true man. A man who was true until the end of his life. He lived 93 years and 4 months before he passed on. He was a wonderful father. I’m so glad I was his third beloved child.
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