Time to get back to normal....

I always took care of Dad on Tuesdays. For some reason I only put on my March calendar "Dad" through last Tuesday, somehow I think I knew. At least I know I was being prepared for his return home. With Cira Fear, our niece, leaving for her mission today, there has been even more family celebrations. We are all enjoying being with one another even though we feel this sense that something is missing. When I get alone and it's quiet I feel this sense of sadness overcome me. I know he his happy, I know he is free from his sickly body but I miss him. And I know I always will. That hole will never be filled until I see him again. Just like he told me recently, if I was to die it would leave a big hole in his heart...that's exactly how I feel. I do, along with the rest of the family, feel the prayers and love of so many. It's overwhelming sometimes to think how many lives Dad has touched. What a legacy he has left. As our family gathers and laughs and enjoys eachother's company, I have to think how proud he must be to have left such a legacy of love. Our family is not perfect, nor have we ever claimed to be but we do enjoy one another and feel a bond of love. I know we are blessed! We will continue to love and respect our sweet mother as our father has taught us. She is his other half and they were one in raising us. How greatful we are to her for the many, many hours she cared for Dad without letting anyone know how hard it was. She rarely even asked for help, she felt it was her job. She served him well and I know he will be forever greatful for not only taking care of him but always believing in him. He was "nuts" about her! And so are we...