Your Memory Is My Keepsake

I would like to start off by saying "thank you" to everyone who has reached out to me and my family during our time of loss. Your thoughts and prayers are beyond appreciated and y'all have been a Godsend through all of this. 

I still do not really know what to say, or think, so I often stay quiet. My daddy was the first man I ever loved. He was the sweetest, most generous, most selfless man I have ever known. I miss him everyday and my heart still drops to the pit of my stomach when he enters my thoughts, which is numerous times a day... I am confused, mad; mad at myself, mad at him, mad at God, sad, and completely and utterly lost.

 (I apologize if this post seems all over the place. I am just thinking and typing. And I still do not really know what to say. I am truly at a loss of words in my grief.)

I honestly never thought about losing my dad, or anyone else I love for that matter. I thought my dad would live to meet his grandchildren and be just as wonderful a grandfather as he was a father. He was supposed to come with my mom and visit me and Michael in Stephenville. We were going to eat at Grady's Line Camp Restaurant. He has been wanting to try that place for ages because he has Chef Grady Spears' cookbook. We will still eat at the restaurant, and I am sure I will shed tears because he will not be there the way I want him to be there... 

I am going to end with this:

Your memory is my keepsake with which I'll never part. God has you in His keeping. I have you in my heart. 

And again, thank you for all of your love and support.