In about week it will be six months since my Dad has been gone. It's been a tough past three weeks for some reason. I'm dying to pick up the phone and call him. It's really hard to not be able to do that. I used to talk to him every day or two. If it had been three days, I knew I needed to call...now! It's funny how I expected for so many years to loose him and the process isn't any easier. I've been trying to focus on the good times we had together. Rafting, convincing my mom to let us get new baby animals every spring, building things in the back yard, watching him build his train set. . . and as an adult visiting him with my children and watching him enjoy them. I will forever miss him. I just read 90 minutes in heaven and it gives me great hope to think that when I get to heaven he will be standing there waiting to walk me in. Here is an old rafting photo and the way my Dad will forever be burned into my memory. On the river, in his kangaroo hat, with a grin that says....'this is the life'.

Here is a scrapbook page I did about a conversation I had with Tatum, something I wanted to remember.

Tatum: Mom, why did Grandpa have to go to heaven?
Mom: Because, God was ready for him to
come home.
Tatum: Oh...well...I was ready for him to
stay here!!
Mom: (smile) Yeah, me too!"