33

My dad was 33 years old, 33 years ago.  At least I think that’s how old he was the day he died.  I was five. Sometimes I can’t remember all the details; his age, the exact date of the accident, what he looked like or the sound of his voice. Usually about this time every June I start looking back through past blogs (my sister’s mostly) to try and remember the details.  Tonight was my ‘memory lane’ night.
I am sad.  I would love to be having dinner with my sisters right now.  Or sitting on a screened in porch drinking a cup of coffee and letting them tell me all the memories they have that I don’t.
I will shed my tears and allow myself my moment of sadness.  In the morning I will wake up knowing that my Heavenly Father’s mercies are new every morning. Great is His faithfulness!