Curve balls...

I really try hard no to complain about the curve balls that life has decided to lobe my way, but after a while of being slammed by them you just want it to stop.  At least long enough for you to get your breath back.

In August I lost the greatest man in my life, my Dad.  When you're Daddy's little girl it really hits hard, it hits even harder when it was you who was tending to him when he took his last breath. He was under Hospice care for 21 days before he passed, and in the end we were all praying for a swift ending to his pain and ours.  My Dad's death was peaceful, not only for him, but also for me.  I would have never believed the peace and calm I felt at the moment he took his last breath. I knew that God was with us.  I also know that while we were waiting for my Father to pass away, that there was those who were waiting for him to join them. You could feel it that morning of August 12, 2010. As we were grieving and saying our good byes to a man we loved dearly, there was a celebration going on as he was arriving at his destination.