I called Dad today and let Sydney talk to him to tell him, Happy Father's Day, PaPa. Sydney asked how he was doing and Dad replied,"Some days are up and down". Sydney proceeded to tell him that we were going to my friend Brenda's house tomorrow to go metal detecting. It was short, not so sweet as neither one of them knew what to say, then it was my turn for an awkward moment.
I wished him a happy birthday and he told me that pastor (Dr Steve Gann) came over and gave him Communion. It seemed so final to me. It saddened me to hear that and my heart sunk as it has so many times in the last few months of his illness that will eventually take his life. As a Christian I should be happy, I'm still stingy, I want him here forever to give me his loving heart felt directions for life. He was and is good at that. Damn I wish I had learned how to type, I cannot see the keys through my tears.
Happy Father's Day, Daddy.......I will miss you
