I don't have it right now to write a carefully worded, all-that-the-world-should-know sort of post about my dad right now, though there is much to say in that way. He was the dad I would pick out of all the dads. He was the poster boy for the perfect grandpa.
He died tonight. And the rest of us start the painful process of missing him. The days ahead look hard. My heart breaks for my kids and my mom and my brother. And for me. We'll make it. I do know that. Not because we're so strong and able, but because I've seen over and over and over that God gives you what it takes to make it. It's a faith thing. He doesn't fail in this. I don't try to muster up any strength. I just go to bed tired, knowing that whatever is coming tomorrow is covered.