Memorial Day... and so much more...

This day means a lot to many people because it is Memorial Day. For our nation, that means so much to so many people for so many different reasons... veterans remember fallen friends, families pray for those serving in the military now, people like me that are thankful that our brothers and husbands made it home alive... not to mention fathers, uncles, and friends...

May 26th however, means so much more to me... two years ago today was the last time I saw my father. It is so hard to believe but it has been two years since my daddy died from a year long battle with lung cancer. I miss him so much and hate that he is not here. I miss his advise, I miss hearing his voice, I miss seeing his face. I miss him more now than ever. I know part of that is because I know how much he would bring to Chayse's life. He died while I was pregnant with Hope and he always said he wanted so much to just hold his grandchild. I know that he welcomed Hope to Heaven with open arms and that sweet sweet smile of his. Sometimes I walk into Mama's house and look for him sitting in the chair. Other times I look up to the sky and ask him for guidance. Today, I walked down the stairs at the grave yard, rounded the row to that oak shade tree he lies beneath and introduced him to his second grandchild, Chayse. I have to say it was the hardest conversation I have had with him since he died. While my heart is heavy that he is not here, I know that he is in a better place and that I miss him so much because of the wonderful man he was. I love you Daddy.