It has been over two months since my Dad passed away and life has seemingly moved on as normal. But it's not normal, and it will never be normal again. I so want to call him or go by and tell him all about Molly, and I can't. I do believe that he sees her and is having God watch over her especially for us, but I still want to talk to him about it myself--and I can't. Sometimes I think it just isn't fair, and then I have to remind myself that life is not fair. I also have to go on with my normal life and raise my kids with a smile on my face. Which is exactly what my Dad would have wanted.
As a special reminder that my Dad is always with us God did do something wonderful with our referral of Molly--besides just the fact that she is wonderful, and we are ecstatic to have a baby girl, he did more then that, because He is God! My Dad smashed his left thumb off in his twenties, and always had half of a thumb. Well, our sweet Molly, along with the malformations on her right arm only has half of a thumb on her left hand. I like to think that my Dad made that request so we would know that he is watching us and enjoying his grandchildren from Heaven, even though he can't be here!
I miss him terribly and sometimes it is still not real that he is not here! I love him so much and want him here!
