8 days

Today it's been eight days since my daddy died. When I woke up this morning, I felt different. The sick feeling in my stomach wasn't nearly as bad, and I could look at my daddy's picture without crying. I thank the Lord for this, because he's the only one that can help me. I appreciate everyone praying for me. I knew when I opened my eyes this morning, that the Lord had touched me. I'm not saying I'm back to normal, there won't ever be the normal I was used to, but I felt better than I have in more than two weeks. I still miss my daddy terribly, but I could think about him today with crying. I know this process is a long one, and every day won't be easy, but I thank the Lord for today. Please keep praying, especially for my sister Maggie, who was with my dad when he passed. She does not have the Lord and is really having a hard time dealing with his last moments and the finality of his passing. I know I couldn't cope without the Lord. Good night to all!!