
One year ago my Daddy lost his battle with cancer, I remember it was a rainy day then, just like today. Time eases pain, but I still miss him so much, I stop myself sometimes from picking up the phone to call him. I love when I dream of him, it's as if I get a little glimpse of him once more, however, when I wake up it is bittersweet. I often wonder if God allows us that little glimpse of our loved ones which have passed away for our comfort when we need it most. I was blessed to see my Daddy accept Jesus as his Saviour, and with that assurance I know he is heaven and I will see him again some day. Just wanted to share a little tribute to him.



















