Even though we knew this day would come, even though we knew the evil cancer would eventually overtake, even though we knew how empty the world would feel--we didn't really know.
Our solace is knowing he is now FREE! Free of pain and confinement! Free to hike through green forests, spot eagles in the far-off distance, free to chop wood, eat ice cream, LAUGH and DANCE!
I remember one of our last days together. For a few minutes we were alone, and with tears running down my cheeks I asked, "Dad, when you get to heaven, will you give Joe a great big hug from me?"
He looked right at me and nodded.
And that brings me comfort. I love thinking of the two of them together in heaven--sharing stories, playing cribbage, and building bird houses. I know Joe was very, VERY happy to see his Papa again.
And I can just see my dad running towards Joe, hugging him tight again and again, then whispering that the first hug came directly from his Mama.
Forever loved. Forever remembered. You will be missed--until we meet again.