Today is the twentieth anniversary of my father’s passing. He was my best friend. I was his little girl. He was a kind, gentle, loving man who loved the Word of God and studied it ardently. He shared that love with everyone he came in contact with. He wanted to see everyone with a smile on their face.
Today, my father has been gone from my life longer than he was in it. There is a hole in my life and heart. I am so sorry that my son didn’t get to know him, and that my father never got to see my son. But everything is in God’s hands. I know that losing my father has helped shaped me into the woman I am today.