My Dad

This is my Dad. He died in December. I really miss him. He was one of my best friends. When I lay down at night to go to sleep I just keep thinking about all that happened, trying to figure it out and trying to wrap my brain around it. I can't. There are no answers. This is part of the whole seeing through a glass darkly. I know that I must trust, and I do, but I still can't fall asleep.