We've made it through another day of thanks here. Zoey's being put to bed now, so the day is over in the official sense. It was just supposed to be me and Zoey, but Amy got to come home and, despite calling every four hours like she had to, stay home all day. We put the tree up AND went to see Bolt (in 3D, even) with Zoey, but it was a late movie ( Read more... )

I didn't speak at the first funeral. I had notes ready to go and everything. You know why I didn't? I was concerned that people would think I was making it into the Bill show. My poem was already in the bulletin, after all, and the preacher DID have our stories. Surely she won't screw them up...I wish I had spoken at the first funeral, but I didn't ( Read more... )

( From Chattanooga's whirlwind weekend of funerals, here's, finally, the picture post. )

Sting - "Why Should I Cry For You ( Read more... )

Wednesday, Dad went into the hospital for confusion and a possible stroke. The doctors finally said it wasn't a stroke. We thought this visit was relatively minor. He would make sense for a minute, then wouldn't. I did manage to call before work, but I wasn't really going to because I was in such a hurry. Amy convinced me to call, and that was the ( Read more... )

"My father passed away this past Thursday. It was time. He had SO many health problems and always cherished his quality of life. He was at a point that quality was diminishing and he was terrified of suffering and being a burden. The Lord heard his cries and, graciously, took him home ( Read more... )

Dad passed away before we even left Dayton, though we were in process of leaving (stopping for travel supplies and boarding dogs and such). I'm here for funerals (two for Dad) by Monday ( Read more... )