I wasn't going to blog today.
I wasn't even going to "talk" about it...
...but I can't NOT let out the meaning of today's date.
8 years ago, my father died of stomach cancer. He was 59 years old.
My father was a pastor, a leader, a mentor, a professor, a son, uncle, husband, and a DAD. He was my dad. He enjoyed going for walks, donuts, tea, reading, cheesecake, miso soup, and soccer games. He was my driver, my encourager, financial advisor, and biggest critic.
About 4 years ago, I wrote this on my journal: "My life is different without dad. But my life has been enriched by his legacy. Dad left me a rich legacy of faith, excellence, and a genuine calling to influence others for God's kingdom. Dad had an eternal mentality; one that many appreciated but few understood. Dad was simple and yet complex. He was faithful... to his Creator, his family, and God's Church."
Time has gone by too quickly... but my siblings and I agree... We miss him.
Dad... you must be rejoicing in the presence of our Creator! And for that... I smile!