The last month has been a whirlwind and not in a good way......
One week and 6 days ago, our family suffered a tragic loss.
My father in law passed away. A man who was so much to so many. The figure-head of our family. A husband, father, grandfather, brother, uncle, son, and friend left this earthly world at just 57 years of age.
And for a man who lived one heck of a life, the words I need, allude me. It's tragic. As a family, each of us left here without him are trying to find ways to go on. We hug our memories tightly and we mourn the one's we surely thought we would continue to make.
So this holiday is tough to say the least. It's a different kind of Christmas, one where someone so loved is no longer with us. And as all of the grandchildren open their gifts tomorrow we will smile and also feel the pain of missing a great man who loved his family dearly and spoiled his grandchildren rotten.
A baby's sweet words to her "Papa".
A man who possesses the power to hang the moon is so much more than just a man.