I pray amongst many other prayers that the good Lord keeps the memories of my dad within me. It is so deep how the mind remembers everything in a higher degree after a loved one is gone. You just about play over and over every memory in slow motion savoring its every detail. It's as if you don't realize at first in depth all that is involved in that moment like you do once that moment has passed and you recall it at a later time. It's then when you really appreciate every second of that memory. You find yourself now remembering conversations, occasions spent together, traditions shared, etc. Then there are the dreams that you wait to have hoping to get to see and interact with that loved one that you so miss. I had a simple dream last night with Daddy in it and he was just sitting in the basement talking to me. I didn't even realize it was a dream until I woke up and said to myself, "Hey I just had a dream about Dad and I was immediately grateful to God for it. As time progresses this blog will be filled with memories of the man I called Daddy for 51 years. I know I am not the only one thinking about and missing him right now. He touched the lives of many. Thank you God for his 75 years here. I miss him. God, I love you, please can you tell daddy I love him too....
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