The day your daddy died was like any other day…almost. It
was actually a kinda special day because he was going to do something he had
been wanting to do for a long time – watch the Broadway musical, “Lion King”
with his brother Tyson in Denver, Colorado.
That morning I was feeling sick so I slept in a little
longer and Daddy made breakfast. I think we had pancakes. He told me what his
plans were for the day. After breakfast you played in Isa’s room and made
caterpillars out of pillowbeds (pillows sown together). After getting his stuff together for the trip,
Daddy took some pictures of us:
We had a family prayer.
Daddy said goodbye and off he went. I remember asking you a
few minutes after he left, “Did Daddy already leave?” I couldn’t remember. I
remember wishing I had given him a hug before he left.
