Happy Birthday, Daddy. For so long I couldn’t understand why you passed away so young. This year it finally makes sense to me. It was so my girls would have their Papaw with them in Heaven. Someone there to greet them that loved them just as much as I did. That could tell them stories about me and their Daddy. Someone who could tell them about us, who we are, and what kind of people we are.
Today is the 63rd anniversary of your birth, and tomorrow is the 6th anniversary of your death. For the first time in 6 years, I can honestly say I am thankful for God’s plan for you. Sometimes it takes awhile, but the reasons come through.
Thank you for watching over my girls while I am not able to. I love you and miss you everyday, but it does my heart good to know they are in your arms right now celebrating with you.