The days are running into each other, and there are so many things to think about. I was glad that Polly posted on her Xanga what I had written to our extended families and friends about my Daddy’s homegoing. (If you haven’t read that, and want to, just click on “PollythePatchworker” there in my “subscriptions” column.) I am so thankful for the support, the prayers, the love and the comfort that have been offered by so many people. I know that there will be plenty of days when I will not feel so surrounded, and there will be days that are hard — in fact this day seems to be getting off to a teary start. But the memories of these days will help me through and I thank each of you for your gifts to me that have held me and my family steady. Please pray for my Sweet Mama, especially. The past two years have taken a toll physically and emotionally, and I know that these next two days will be so draining for her. As much as I feel the loss of a wonderful Daddy, I cannot imagine what she must be feeling today.
Last night, standing on the porch, talking to Mark Jr., he said, “I just miss my Daddy!” It is simple, it is obvious, and it is seems like it ought to go without saying, but to hear and to say it is helpful to me. And so I say it. . . “I miss my daddy!”