8 years ago on March 9 at 11:45 pm I got the call from my mom telling me “our daddy has died”.  I remember it like it was yesterday.  I always thought I would just break down at that moment but instead something kicked in that I never expected.  I felt this overwhelming need to take care of my mom and sisters.  Thats what I did in the following week of hell.  I was the strong one.  Looking back I know that came from God.  There is no way, in my own power, I would be able to do the things I did.  Man, He is so good.  Instead of falling apart I held it together for my family,

            One other thought about that time.  During the week prior to my dad’s death he was in hospice.  I spent the week by his bedside, kissing his head telling him how much I loved him and he did the same.  In my life time I can remember my dad telling me that he loved me about 5 times and all those were that week.  But you know that is OK.  He did the best he could with what he had to work with.  I am positive he never heard five time from his father that he was loved.  I would be surprised if he heard it once.

            I guess I said all that to say this; God will give you whatever strength you need when you need it.  The term “I am only human” really sell ourselves short.  We are made in the image of God, so you have to know we are capable of more than we ever give ourselves credit for. Trust him to put the strength in your being and the words in your mouth.  Including I love you.  Please don’t let there come a time when you you regret not telling someone how you feel.  If I had never done it in March 2004 I would never have heard those words from my dad.  Some of the sweetes words I have ever heard.