Tonight I found myself replaying a voicemail from my Daddy. Over and over again. And I find that his 15 second message is getting shorter and shorter each time I listen to it….
These last several months have been difficult. These past 2 years have been difficult. Losing your Daddy is absolutely heart wrenching.
After a 22 month battle with ALS, my Daddy lost his fight on Monday, July 15th. I can still remember every detail of the weekend before, the night before, the day of…those are memories that visit me each and every day. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t think about my Daddy.
I am thankful for all of the good memories. The times shared with family before ALS. I am thankful for all that we were able to do when we found out that Daddy had ALS. That news afford us all an opportunity to seize the moment and to soak up all the time that we had remaining. I am thankful for the courage that my Daddy showed us as he fought ALS. What an incredible example of perseverance and faith!
My Daddy was such a good man. He was a source of strength for our family. He left a legacy for us all.
My Daddy fought the good fight. He has my heart. He is my hero.
I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day—and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing.
2 Timothy 4:7-8