Today Im getting ready to attend the third or fourth funeral of one of my dads contemporaries... Another one of his brothers in faith has gone home. So many feelings go along with this. Im so, super-glad that hes still here with me; that I can call and see him whenever I want (and do so too little). Im sad that hes losing his friends and facing his own mortality. Im excited that hes closer than ever to going home himself. And Im scared - mortified, really - of the day that I get ready to attend his funeral.
Posted on: Mon, 19 May 2014 11:52:02 +0000
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