Last year, during the Christmas season we shared one of the sweetest memories I have with my dad and his dear wife. What I would give to reach up to that big 6 ft. 4 in. frame and wrap my arms around him once again. The last time I saw my dad, he was coming by the house to tell me how sorry he was to hear of my grandpa's passing (my mom's father). Back in the day, they had been quite close. My grandpa always had a special place in my dad's heart ... of which I don't even know if my grandpa realized. Just a few days later we'd receive that tragic call that my dad had a heart attack. Hardly another hour would pass and we'd receive yet another call that he didn't make it. There was no time to get to his bedside across the country.
I'm so thankful for the time God gave us here in IL to be near family. As I was tucking our little five year old in the other night to bed we were talking about Grandpa Gene and how we missed his visits. She said to me ... "Mommy, he wasn't even OLD!". Oh, how I know, baby girl.
This picture reminds me to ENJOY the moments we have with our loved ones. We never know when it will be the last happy memory we get to have with them.
Some of you reading this are no doubt grieving for loved ones as well. I pray you know that you are not alone. The one who came as a baby so very long ago is here for you today ... no matter what your circumstances. He came for you and for me. I'm so glad.