My Daddy

I have been meaning to write this post for a while now. I wanted to share the story of my daddy...

In August 2003, about a week before I moved to Starkville, my mom sat me down along with my little sister and told us news that would change my life forever. My dad had been diagnosed with Alzhiemer's Disease. He was 53 at the time. You rarely hear of this disease affecting someone so young. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and it scared me to death. I knew dad had had something wrong for about two years before that, but never in my life did I expect that. What happened over the next four years would take a lot more than one blog post to describe. When they call Alzhiemer's the "long goodbye", they know what they're talking about. We slowly watched him forget how to do the simplest things (tie his shoe, walk the dog, fix a sandwich...) Such a saddening experience to see this man that was the smartest, most business-savvy, most outgoing man I'd ever known go through this. In November of 2006, we made the very difficult decision to move daddy out of our house. He had gotten to the point where my mom and little sister could no longer take care of him. Around last May daddy got really sick, and on June 15, 2007, the Lord took him home.

I could not ask for a better daddy, and I miss him as much today as I did yesterday. He taught me so much and set the greatest example of what a husband and father should be. God has been so good to my family. We have gone through so much in the last five years, but we could never have made it through without our faith. We may not always understand God's plan, but it is HIS plan. He is completely in control, and we have to trust.

"I have fought the good fight, I have finished the course, I have kept the faith." 2 Timothy 4:7