Today would have been my Daddy’s 60th birthday. He passed away 10 years ago, just 2 short months before his 50th birthday.
In April 1996, Daddy was diagnosed with Mesothelioma, a rare form of lung cancer that is difficult to destroy. After his diagnosis, they gave him 6 weeks to live. He beat the odds and survived as long as he could. On June 1, 1998, he went home to be with Jesus.
Ashley is the only grandchild that Daddy ever got to hold. I’m just thankful he got the opportunity to meet and fall in love with her. It makes me sad to know that my kids will never get to meet my Daddy here on earth, but I pray that we all get to spend an eternity together in heaven some day.
I see so much of my Dad in each of my kids. Zander’s love for art, Ashley’s passion for math and all things “smart,” Jace’s sense of humor, and Lucy’s spit-fire attitude. They may never know him here, but each of them has a special piece of him.
There are so many times I wish I could pick up the phone and call Daddy to tell him about something the kids did. Some days I think he must just look down from heaven and laugh…. especially when the kids are driving me crazy.