October 20 rolls around each year, and each year this day arrives with the memories of the day Dad went to be with Jesus seemingly as fresh in my memory as they were on that day. I won’t go into the details of the morning other than to say Mom, Cath and I walked out of the hospital with a sense of peace, of course loss too, but a deep sense that the suffering of the past weeks was over and Dad was safe in the arms of Jesus.

Jesus has showed up in my life in several ways and I’ve related some of that in my blog in days past, but I have always had a deep sense of comfort, peace and confidence in God despite the troubles of life. And there are lots of troubles!

We miss Dad. I often wish I could phone him and tell him about our lives, our kids and grandkids, but one day we will be reunited.