Sending you love and hugs too.

Entry 2 of 2: The number on the place we were living in was 34 & now it is 19 all equaling 17. We sacrificed while my dad was sick. He wanted me to move to where my sister lived where houses were much cheaper. I couldn't leave him & wanted my kids to know him & spend time with him before he died. We lived in a place with 2 bedrooms with 4 people and then right after he died we found this house. It was like he talked with GOD & they both found a place for us to call home & I know now why we are here. I wouldn't trade the memories my children made with him for anything. They kept him fighting & filled with joy in his last days. I also wouldn't trade the Daddy/Daughter sleepovers in the hospital. I would let my mom take a break & was able to sleep in a chair & keep watch over him. I am so glad he died when he did. I would never want him to see the world we live in now and would have battle scars if a hospital even tried to keep me from him. Now I realize even more what a blessing he was.

The weirdest things happened to me after my Dad died. The house I live in now was foreclosed on and empty for a long time but the only signs of life in the house were signs of Christmas. We brought him home to die right before a blizzard. There was a small snowflake craft item on the dining room floor, then my daughter found a Christmas Tree and in the living room I found a hook for an ornament. I started to cry in front of my Realtor. Then my son who was an avid basketball player went into a bedroom with a basketball light switch plate and basketball knobs on the closet door. I always told him when he found a penny that it was his grandfather dropping coins from heaven. At the bottom of the closet was a bag filled with coins. My dad loved driftwood and outside the front door was a huge piece of driftwood. Even months later I was finding signs of Christmas. My Dad wanted us here. Continued on another entry.