One year ago today, my dad went home and I was left as the oldest living male in my family. Not something that I ever looked forward to, or even thought about at all. It just kind of hit me after dad passed.
I would more than gladly give this "Title" back to him, if I could only have him back as he was - before the Parkinson's worked it's evil on him.
God knows I really needed him - his experience and advice, especially these last several months, I really could have used my Dad. But my heart tells me he is now healthy and healed, free from the disease that controlled his life and that he is with HIS father and happy - free from any torment and I wouldn't want him pulled away from that for anything in the world.So instead of wishing for my dad, I will just trust that God has things well in hand and I will be shown the path when it's time.
I love and miss you dad, until we meet again.