Three years ago today was the day we lost him. I still can’t believe it. He was the most invincible man and extraordinary doctor I knew, but more then that he was my Dad. There’s still so much I want to tell him and even find myself doing things to make him proud. He was tough in life, a self-made man, and beloved in his community; serving his patients for over 30 years. An old school doctor through and through, even made house calls with his doctor bag! Memories of tagging along on his rounds at the hospital were a tangible part of my childhood. Obviously so much of him has become a part of me from healthcare, to cooking, and even photography!
Dad, I still miss you every day, your son is taller then me now and your grandsons are wild, energetic, and have a zest for life like you. And your son in law, well he loves flying as much as you did, even gives the President a ride! Can you believe that? Laura and I drink out of your coffee cup daily, retell your best stories, and still long for your presence.
A Christian, married to an insanely gifted and talented Marine husband, mother to Gideon (15), Boaz (10) and our rainbow baby, Shiloh. I’m actually an R.N turned accidental photographer, currently living in Fredericksuburg, Va after completing our final tour in Okinawa Japan. You'll find travel, Jesus, and lifestyle posts here on the Journal.