Father's Day is Sunday :) :/ :(

We have just about finished our packing for heading down to Cincinnati for Father's Day weekend. The kids are finishing the cards they are making for Poppa Choo Choo and they are getting more and more excited. I, on the other hand, am getting more and more conflicted. I am looking forward to hugging oodles and oodles of family members, anxious to get Tim back to his dad's bedside so that it will ease some of his frustrated angst at being unable to fix the situation (a pretty normal response I think), eager to use my nursing eyes to evaluate dad's present situation, and grateful to have a chance to celebrate Steve for continuing to be a rock to our family. The lessons that he taught his kids continue to bless my life on a daily basis. Tim still remembers the time that his dad yanked him by the back of his collar and pulled him out of the doorway that he was walking through before his mother and sister. ;) "Ladies first, Son." I owe this man a lot for the faith, strong work ethic and respect that he built in his son. But if I am honest, the emotion that I am primarily feeling is grief.  I keep remembering last Father's Day when we were all down on the Ohio River, seeing the new Superman movie and eating at Tom & Chee's. (See pictures---->) It is hard not to contrast the smiling pictures from that day to the current state of affairs.

Fortunately, these offspring of Poppa Choo Choo's do not give me time to stay stuck in grief. (Diksha is also here this week while her poor momma has one final week of school) So instead, I will return to packing, and praying to my Heavenly Father on behalf of my precious Father-in-Law. Thank you for doing the same.