It's hard to believe it's been a year. 365 days without my dad. He is so missed. I still expect him to be there when I pull in mom's driveway at the end of a long trip. I walk into the house and wait to hear "how was the trip?" from him, but it's not there. There's a hole in my heart where he left. We made it through his birthday and father's day last year right after he passed. I think everything was so raw that we all just went through the motions without it setting in. The holidays were tough though. His absence was felt everywhere. I know he is in a better place looking down at each one of us making sure we behave. :-) I feel his presence around me. When I was training for the 1/2 marathon and I was at a point I wanted to stop, I would think of my dad and imagine him running right next to me, our shoes hitting the pavement at the same time. Because I am sure if Dad wouldn't haven't gotten sick he would have been running that race with Beth, Kurt and I or at the least would have been our biggest fan at the finish line.
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid. You heard me say to you, ‘I am going away, and I will come to you.’ If you loved me, you would have rejoiced, because I am going to the Father, for the Father is greater than I. And now I have told you before it takes place, so that when it does take place you may believe. John 14:27-29