We were driving to the rink the other day and we saw a white car with an older gentlemen driver. Thinking of Rick's dad I said "Colton, who does that remind you of ?" " He lit up and said "I see the white hair, Grandpa Willard? Is he here?" I had to laugh. If there is a way to drive in heaven, that would be how I envisioned my dad. Free, in his car, driving out of town to look at the crops and see how the harvest is going.
I've realized I don't remember him as sick, nearly as much as I do in his healthier more active years. What a blessing to realize that not only is he free of his oxygen tank, his tubes, his walker, his cane and 13 pill bottles, but suddenly, I feel unshackled from his sickness too.
Happy Birthday Dad! Its a beautiful sunny day, with just the right amount of crispness in the air to let us know the seasons are changing. Not a day goes by that I don't think of you and we speak of you often. I have a small favor to ask. If you should happen to see this beautiful shining soul from my friend rising to heaven today would you be there to welcome her home too? I'm ready for her to be unshackled too Dad. She'll have a huge gathering meeting her there, and Dad, she's a Daddy's girl too. Plus, I'd be willing to bet she'd eat cake too!
Praying you home sweet girl! I am faithfully praying you home... there are several "Fathers" waiting with open arms.