Today is Dad’s 80th birthday. I think for the last 6 months what I’ve wanted more than anything is for him to see this day and for us to celebrate it with him. We made it.
Now I sit here with him and family in what appears more and more certain to be his final hours in his earthly body. Not the birthday celebration we had planned. But a peaceful day nonetheless.
So much to say but words don’t come easy in these moments. I’ll just leave it at this. Happy Birthday Dad!
Thank you for your continued prayers and support. Pray for comfort and strength. And pray for grace and gratitude for a life well lived.