Take Heart

I was at my parents house yesterday….tonight is the first night I have felt even close to ready to share.

I am named after my father. I was the last of five girls and the last hope of boy….

I am fair like my mother but my hair is straight from my Dad. My temperament is from him and my sense of humor is from him. My work ethic was taught from him…and never let them see you sweat…all from him. I sadly, didn’t get his amazing ability to tan…I enjoy a good ol sunburn all summer long🥴. I’m addicted to coffee…and if I’m being honest I would be totally content to eat birthday cake and coffee every morning for breakfast….but alas…that is NOT what I do.

As many of you know, my Dad was recently diagnosed with severe dementia. Last week was very hard and this week seemed to be improving a little …until yesterday.

While I was checking on him he informed me that he didn’t think he would be around much longer. A statement that brought my youngest to uncontrollable tears…and a complete loss of words to me.

I know that this world is not my home…I know he knows where he is going. I know he’s not afraid.