After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. ~J.K. Rowling
I have not wanted to blog lately because writing this makes it so real, so final. My dad passed away. He is gone. I'll never be able to have his hugs again, to hear his wisdom or funny stories, to hear him say "alright," to talk about Alabama football or any sports for that matter, to see him grin like a possum at my son, and to hear his laugh. I'm just sad. We are all sad.
I know life will never quite be the same again without him. He was such a big part of all our lives.
Brody only got five years with his Pop, and I'm hate to think that our other future children will never know the man I loved so much.
Although I want him back so badly that it hurts, I would not want him to suffer like he did the last few months. He'll never have to hurt again, and I find peace in that. I'm glad he can breathe in glory.
He is gone, but I will never forget him!
