Two years ago today the doctor gave us the terrible news that my dad's cancer was not only back, it was terminal. Five days later he was in heaven (that was the worst day of my life BTW). I miss him terribly and wish everyday that I could talk with him, and get his advice on any number of subjects. Life doesn't soften it's blows, but those blows are softened by God's grace and the hope that is particular to those who are the children of the most High God.
Romans 8:28
