This morning I have been thinking about my loved ones that have passed away. Today marks one year since my sweet father in law's passing, and twelve years six months since my dad passed. I try not to dwell on these things, but my mind remembers dates like this and I can't help but think about them.
There was a time when I thought life could not keep going after losing my dad, but it did. Time is the only thing that can mend the hurt of lost loved ones. For a few years I would wake up and cry in the night after my dad was gone. Slowly, over time, the crying was fewer and farther between. I just needed time. Time, I assured Mike, would help ease his pain too.
I miss these great men tremedously. Because of our faith, we know we will be together again, and that is a great comfort to me and my family.
