The passing of my father

Two weeks ago tomorrow our family laid my father to rest. He was buried with full military honors in Logan, Utah. He was 86 years old, a good age and had lived a good life. I have spent the last two weeks thinking about and reviewing his life and my own. It will be some time before the heartache of his loss subsides. I suspect it will never go away but will fade and will, in time, become just a dull pain. I am grateful for him, his teachings, his life and his example. I know many are also feeling his loss acutely. We can take comfort in knowing that God loves us and that families are in fact eternal. Life is good. My father knew this and I know it too.

My regular blogs will continue tomorrow. Thank you.