2 Weeks Later

2 weeks.

14 days.

336 hours.

That's how long it's been since God called my dad to join Him in that great big eternal paradise in the sky.

I never realized how difficult this would be. 

He was sick for years. We knew it was coming.

But boy oh boy did it hurt when the time came.

And now that it's 2 weeks later... Well, it has gotten a little better. It still hurts. Don't get me wrong. But it has gotten better.

And since I was feeling nostalgic while writing this post, I thought I'd include a few pictures of me and that sweet sweet man...