R.I.P. Dad

My Dad passed away today. I'll miss him so much. I knew when I left the hospital today, that I wouldn't see him again. I told him goodbye. I cried and prayed over him. Not looking forward to his funeral this coming Saturday. Unfortunately, it'll be Father's Day weekend.

This photo was taken before I left the hospital today...he's always been the one to hold my hand...now I'm holding his. His hand held mine through the tough times. High-five'd me when I'd done something good. Carried me as a baby. Spanked me when I needed it. Held the American flag. Shot a gun in Vietnam. Gave me the thumbs up to communicate that I was his son. Took care of my mom. Held his grandkids. Worked tirelessly to provide for my mom and I.

Thank you for your love, service, support and sacrifice. I'll always be your son. Flesh and blood. You've helped shape who I am and for that I'll always love you.

Dad accepted Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior last year. So, I know deep down, it's not "goodbye" but "see you later."

Now, go dance with Jesus.