My father passed away Thursday morning.
Writing those words cuts at my very core. It is unimaginable. I knew it would happen some day. Just not that day. Not in the middle of everything else. Not when there is so much to do, so much to talk about, so much to figure out. And already so much hurt.
Daddy was the rock. He and Mama had become my refuge over these months, just as they had been when I was a kid. I could always run to them when I was hurt or tired or just needed someone to say that everything will be okay.
And Daddy and I were finally figuring each other out.
It wasn't too late. The understanding came at just the right time. The humbleness. The open hearts. The acceptance. The forgiveness. God gave those gifts to me over these last few years so that I could bury my father yesterday with no regrets.
No regrets. Thank you, Daddy. Thank You, God.
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Cuba - After
This is the same building as below. It has been painted since my trip in April.
Cuba
One of my favorite pics from my last trip. The tall building is a Cuban apartment building. I love the shed painted like their flag. Please pray for the people of Cuba.
