It’s been one year without my dad, I can’t even believe it’s been that long. It feels like yesterday I squeezed and kissed his hand for the last time & said “I really love you” but this post isn’t meant to be sad... Has this year had its sad moments? Yes. Do I miss my dad? Every. Single. Day. But this marks one year since he’s been in heaven worshiping his savior, in perfect peace. I feel overwhelmingly thankful for the love and mercy of Jesus Christ. It’s also been a year of watching the Lord put our life back together. Little by little connecting the pieces, paving a way for what he has for us. Restoring dreams and planting new ones. I’m so thankful. What can ease the sting of death? Nothing but the love of Jesus. 🤍