I still remember...
Today is the third anniversary of the day my dad passed away. Not sure that I'll ever forget this day. I still have the last note that dad sent me stuck to my desk. It's fading and hard to read, but here's a picture of it.
My dad's handwriting wasn't the neatest. I've always liked to write and doodle, so when I was younger, I would translate my dad's handwriting because other people could not read it.
I have my dad to thank for raising me in church and of that I am so grateful. Looking forward to the day when we can dance around the heavenly throne together.
PS Earlier this year I was reading something and realized Elvis died on this same day, but 30 years before my dad's passing. Just sayin'