thirteen.

Thirteen years ago today, my dad beckoned he was ready "to go home," having fought a short battle with cancer.  He was already at home, surrounded by family, but was awaiting his turn at the gates of Heaven.   He called each of his six children into his room to say good-bye, followed by his brothers and mother and then my mom.

It was so very sad. And in many ways still is heartwrenching.

But, to this day, I am so happy and at peace to have had that final hug and "I love you" from my dad.

And lots of wondramous memories.

I miss him everyday, but it is especially difficult on days like today.