Well, here I am again, apologizing again for not posting.
My father was in and out of the hospital from shortly after Christmas until he passed, Jan. 21. I am a firm believer in grieving...I have found out through experience how necessary it is to let oneself grieve, and had to take some time for that.
Dad was 84, a hardworking, hard knocks MI farmer-WW2 Vet-truck driver. His soul was always in farming...unfortunately when he came back from the war, he found out his sisters sold the farm out from under him while he was gone. I don't think Dad ever got over that.
I know the 'popular' belief is mansions in Heaven....but if it is Heaven, Dad will have a farm and be growing the crops for those living in the mansions. *soft smile* RIP, Dad. I hope the full military burial touched your heart...never thought you'd get a 21 gun salute, did you?
