Bittersweet summer
Summer is slipping by at a fast pace - wishing I could go back and enjoy a little more of it with my sweet kiddos, but as the old adage goes, "time and tide waits for no man." Many of you already know that my dad passed away July 25th. I am thankful I was able to be there with him, holding his hand when he slipped very peacefully off into eternity. Harder than facing his death was telling my mom, who was still recovering in a nursing home from her car accident -- we brought her home the day dad died. But, thankfully, we made it through with God's help and here we are a couple of short weeks later, making great strides. I spent a good portion of today at my mom's house, cleaning out my dad's closet. Bittersweet memories wrapped up in flannel shirts and "old man" khaki pants. Fishing trips, tall tales, and many a late night camping memories came flooding back as I removed each item and folded it to give to a local missionary. It tickles me to no end that m...