When my Daddy left this world four years ago, he left a permanent scar on my heart, but I will not allow his absence on this Earth rob me of his everlasting presence in my life. Daddy’s spirit is with me every day; his love and guidance and kindness remain in each of us who still love and miss him.
Today, my brother, nephew, and I ate lunch at Ferrell’s, Daddy’s favorite, and then we played and visited for three hours at Linton beach. We ended the day at Daddy’s tree, the pine tree we planted three years ago when we buried his ashes on his land. It was a good day, and I think we’ve started a new tradition of honoring our Dad by being together and celebrating his presence, his spirit, which lives in each of us, especially in the heart of a three-year-old. I thank God each day for helping me through this journey of grief so that the weight of it does not suffocate me but pushes me to grow in His love.
How about the athletes and actors who earn millions each year switch experiences and pay checks with our veterans! I challenge these talented people to stop using their “stage” for politics.
I don’t care what you think of President Trump. I care that you are kind and that you use your platform for good. Taking a knee during the National Anthem to protest the President or giving a hate rant instead of an acceptance speech, does nothing to move us forward.
How about we all, including the President, take two knees before bed tonight and ask how we individually and collectively can be a light in this world.
A big special thank you to all military men and women for protecting and fighting for our country, for losing limbs for our freedoms, for battling hellish nightmares so we can sleep, and for dying so that we may continue to live. I apologize to all of you, past and present, who serve this great land, for the ignorance that has clouded your sacrifice.
May God bless all of you, and may all of us find our platforms to uplift and unite.