Yet and Still ...
This is it. This is the culprit that moved me to tears. This is the card that I would have given to my Dad if he was still here. I miss my Dad. GOD welcomed him home 17 years ago. And yes, I’m grateful to know that he’s having the best time of his life hanging out with JESUS; chatting with the apostles; laughing with King David, Martin Luther King, Jr., Billy Graham, family members, friends; and with folks you know and love. Yet and still … I miss my Dad. The day before he died, my son, Dad and I celebrated our joint birthdays at a cookout with nearly 100 family members and friends. My Mom had purchased a massive cake and instead of the usual cone-shaped birthday hats she usually bought, this time was different. She gave us crowns. My son and I wore green crowns. She gave my Dad a gold crown. He looked happy and healthy. I was at work when he died less than 24 hours after our birthday celebration. He had taken my then 4-year-old daughter and 6-year
