Two weeks ago today my daddy officially left this mortal life to pass on to the next.

The last two weeks have already flown by too fast and I am still left unbelieving that he is actually not coming back, back from a business trip,

back from visiting someone,

back from an adventure,

or just back from work.

Driving by my parent’s house daily to bring my kids to school I get a flicker of hope that he is there, his car still parked right where it was before he went to the hospital. But quickly reality rushes back… he is gone… gone from our view at least.

Tonight our house is dark everyone is in bed and one of my sons comes to me crying saying, “I miss grandpa”, I hold him in my arms on the couch as he sobs.

He tells me, “I hate Jesus”, I ask him, “why?” He says, “Because Jesus didn’t save Grandpa”I remind him that Jesus didn’t kill Grandpa but it was covid, I said, “Jesus actually did save grandpa, he is the reason we get to see him again, Because of Jesus Christ we get to live with our families for all eternity.

Jesus saves all of us… heals us when we are wounded and broken, comes to us when we are comfortless, loves us when we are lonely, and so much more.” oh,” he says”But it’s not fair”, he sobs, why did it have to be Grandpa?” “I remember him taking us Christmas shopping, and going sledding with him and having a snowball fight with us, fishing, and talking…..I miss him so much”.” me too, bud me too”.

“We can’t fully appreciate joyful reunions later without tearful separations now. The only way to take sorrow out of death is to take love out of life” -Russel M. Nelson

Until we meet again Daddy, I will miss you…