I remember a lot of details about this day 13 years ago. Life was so good. I just gave birth to my 3rd child, Jack. Jordan, Seth, Jack, and I were heading out for a busy, fun-filled day. We started off going to Jordan's ceramics class, where she and Seth made some messy-looking snowmen. Next, we bought some last minute Christmas gifts and had lunch in town. We lived in Illinois at the time, so it was cold and snowy. Our family was staying home for Christmas, but planned on heading to my parent's house after the New Year in West Virginia.
But, our plans drastically changed that afternoon. Instead of enjoying the evening as a family, we headed out to West Virginia. My father died suddenly that afternoon on a warm, winter day. He had been out washing the car with his grandson, ran some errands, and then died.
I often think about what his life was like that morning. Did he even have a suspicion that something was not right? Did he suffer much? His death was a complete shock to all of us. I was not prepared. No one was. I spent the next 2 months in a daze. My nights were filled with vivid dreams of my dad. Mostly, the dreams were of me trying to resuscitate him or that he was alive again. Oh, to have him with me right now! What wisdom he had and could share with me. I know I did not spend enough time gleaning all that I could from him. I wish I could have one more day with my kind, compassionate, gentle Dad. The 30 some years I knew him was not enough.
Welcome to my family blog. I have been married to Mike for over half of my life. I love my Savior, Jesus. I am a stay-at-home, homeschooling mom to six terrific, interesting children. My 3 oldest were born to me in my younger years, while my 3 youngest were given to me by God in my older years. I am very blessed. ~Cheri