Eight Years

On the way to school today, I told Lily about the significance of this day.
The first day, eight years ago, of her Grandaddy's life in Heaven.

There have been so many moments during these last six months, that I have longed to share with him.  I can imagine his excitement watching our soccer Deacs throughout the season.  I know, despite the distance, he would have been here.  In my head, I recapped many games for him, imagining the conversation we would have had.  I feel he would have been so excited about what I'm doing and this brings me comfort.

You are missed, Dad, and loved so dearly.