It’s hard to believe that ten years ago today, my dad passed away from melanoma that spread to his brain and all over his body. He was a Southern Baptist preacher of a small church that, in his eyes, was the grandest congregation in the world. He devoted his life to telling his people (and anyone he came in contact with) about Jesus.
He was ahead of his time, having owned one of the first home computers. We like to think that he would have an iPad, iPhone, a Mac, and would be the king of texting, tweeting, and Facebook, if he was still here. He would be so proud that I reached my goal of being published. He would be so happy that Dan and I are still together and that we’ve raised two well-rounded, God-loving kids. He’d be really into Kayla’s photography and would probably monopolize Seth’s every waking moment with computer programing and all kinds of techy things.
Dad, we sure miss you!