I dread July 31st. It is the day my Dad passed away. This July 31st will be the 2nd anniversary of his death. In some way, it feels like it's been a lifetime. In another way, it seems like I was just holding his hand telling him we'll be ok...that he can go now...that he doesn't have to be in pain anymore. My dad took his last breath at 12:00 noon that fateful Saturday. I was sitting by his head, holding his hand close to my heart, and my mom and some close family and friends, including a former Angola inmate, who's life was changed and he credited my Dad with saving his life (my Dad did prison ministry), were all around the bed softly singing hymns.
I would give anything to have even just 5 more minutes with him. You know that song "To Dance With My Father Again"? Well, I totally get it now.
Anyway, while cleaning out the closet in the room where the dog's stay, I came across my photo albums from my wedding. It's been at least 3 years since I've looked through them, but probably longer than that. While looking through the pictures, I couldn't even remember seeing them before.
I found these pictures of me with my Dad, and I just thought I'd share them. (sorry for the quality...I had to take a phone picture of the picture iteself)
Dad, Me, Hubby, Mom
When I saw this picture, it truly became on that means the most to me. It is a pic of me hugging him at the end of the father/daughter dance...when he has to "let me go".
I would give anything to have even just 5 more minutes with him. You know that song "To Dance With My Father Again"? Well, I totally get it now.
Anyway, while cleaning out the closet in the room where the dog's stay, I came across my photo albums from my wedding. It's been at least 3 years since I've looked through them, but probably longer than that. While looking through the pictures, I couldn't even remember seeing them before.
I found these pictures of me with my Dad, and I just thought I'd share them. (sorry for the quality...I had to take a phone picture of the picture iteself)
Dad, Me, Hubby, Mom
When I saw this picture, it truly became on that means the most to me. It is a pic of me hugging him at the end of the father/daughter dance...when he has to "let me go".