I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE HE IS GONE

Today I looked at this picture of him.

And it hit me like a freight train that he is gone. It's just so hard to believe sometimes. Looking at pictures makes me think about the fact that there won't be anymore new pictures. There won't be anymore new events that become memories. When I look at Shery's new baby, I am reminded of how much he enjoyed his grandbabies. And how McCoy will never know him, or understand "Mercy, Mercy".

The night that it happened I couldn't sleep at all. I had to write down everything that was going through my head. Here is some of what I wrote:

He was one of the greatest men I knew. He didn't say I love you out loud very often but we knew it by the attention he gave us. I am honored to be accused of being his favorite. And it was a compliment when someone would say I was daddy's little girl. Most recently I am especially grateful for the priesthood responsibilities that he performed on mine and my children's behalf. He was key in the molding and forming of the person I am today. He had a profound and positive affect on my life. I love him. My dad taught me how to ride a bike, play softball and drive a stick shift. He gave me away at my wedding. All the things that a girls needs from her dad. Two things I know for sure.

1. Accidents = no answers

2. Tickles, spinnies, pokes, wet willies = LOVE.