How many times do you have to say....

goodbye?

My Dad, Jerry Nelson Sprankel, passed away in Sandusky, Ohio on May 20th. I was by his side when he drew his last breath, and encouraged him to let go. It was time, and we both knew it.

Although I already miss him terribly, and feel a void within, I have faith that he is in heaven taking care of Mom, and that they are both looking down and laughing (they both loved to laugh!).

I love you Dad, and I hope to get things straightened out down here, so I can be ready when the Lord wants me to come home too.

I want to start blogging more regularly, and doing some household things that are needing taken care of. While we were in Sandusky with my Dad (I stayed with him in the Hospice care for a week) my husband was laid off, so here we are with bill collectors calling, and carrying on... boy, they don't give a person a break, do they?

I am ok with Dad going home though, we made our peace and said our goodbyes, and he knew I was there with him, so I'm ok. Besides, I promised him I would be.

I met some family I had almost forgotten, and a step sister I didn't know I had. Wish I could have met her earlier, she was lovely.

I was embarrassed by some antics of family that should have known better, but shouldn't we all know better at times?

Maybe this was Dad's final way of telling all of us to knock off some of the things that people have been doing, and get right.

(Wouldn't that be nice?)

Well, I had better get off here and watch my bread. I have 4 loaves in the oven, and a cake too....

I pray you all have a blessed day in the Lord, and enjoy your families. Call your parents, tell them you love them....

Blessings.....