Mom phoned at 5 a.m. Dad is gone. He completed the work he had to do.
And now Mom can get some sleep.
When I told Dad back in January that we were moving to England, his first words were, "Oh, no." Then when we actually left St. Louis, he made the dire prediction, "This is the last time I'll see you." He felt Europe was just too far away for me to be accessible. But I promised to see him again. . . and I did.
One if my greatest desires has been to live abroad. Especially because I want our kids to be travelers, world explorers. To feel confident talking about places on the map, because they have been there. So, I felt a small thrill when I heard Cami tell Jason, "When we were in Amsterdam. . . ."
Even though he didn't hear Cami, I bet Dad is proud of me, too.
3 comments:
I'm so sorry for your loss, Starr. It is good that you got to visit one last time.
Keep having grand adventures. I don't think there are any borders that can hold sweet Cami!
Hi Starr,
I am so sorry for your loss, and will keep you all in our thoughts and prayers. I am sure your father was so very grateful for your visit, and of course he was proud.
Starr... I am so sorry for you loss. You are in our prayers. I wish I could reach out and give you a big hug. I am grateful that you were able to travel home to be with your dad last week. I am sure he is proud of all that you do and are. Love ya.
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