In just about a half an hour, it will be five years since my daddy went to Heaven.
I remember so many things about that night.
I remember that the joy was incredible. He was safely HOME, and he went so peacefully, so quietly, without fanfare or struggle.
I had no idea how much I would miss him.
They always say things like “We’d never wish him back . . . “
Tonight, not that it will change a single thing, I selfishly wish him back.
I wish he hadn’t had to go.
I wish he would be here to comfort and hold my Mama.
I wish he were here to advise his children and grandchildren.
I wish our church family could feel that gentle love that helped to hold us steady.
It doesn’t matter to him, and he wouldn’t want to come back —
But I didn’t know how much I would miss him.
I wish so much that I could talk to him tonight.