Some explanation regarding Friday's post. Until recently the memories of my dad have been hidden somewhere in the fog of his not being here anymore and the huge hole he has left. Because of the suddenness and the way he passed away in February, possibly with medical error involved, I've had a hard time remembering anything but that night. I flew from New York to Iowa thinking I would be there for a visit, not planning I would be going to his funeral. Grief is a journey. I've immersed myself in the healing arms of God and His precious Word. The proverbial "there is a light at the end of the tunnel" doesn't quite fit for me, because Jesus has been THE LIGHT IN THE TUNNEL.