Today is the second anniversary of my dad taking the hand of God and walking into eternity. Time passes so quickly. Words still evade me as to how much I miss him. Circumstances still arise that cause me to loosen the grip I had on him and all that he did in his life. This has been a year of prying my fingers out of my hand and heart as I continue to let go of my son in the military and my daughters off to college. Just yesterday, I put up for the first time in two years a picture of my dad that I can look at everyday. Still not sure it will stay. I share this with you, not to garner more sympathy, but to take you along on my walk with Jesus as he continues to hold me close to him, encouraging me to trust in him always, no matter who is coming or going. I want to hang on tight to him, knowing he knows best because he loves me this I know.