Day 257 of 365
Today we celebrate the life of my Dad. Fourteen years ago he won the battle with cancer and received the ultimate healing when he entered into God's presence. He no longer hurt from the chemo, his mind was cleared from the confusion of the strokes he suffered from due to the cancer, and he could dance in front of the Father without limping, which was caused by the Polio that ravaged his body as a young child. Not a day goes by that I don't think of my Dad. I remember when my Dad would wait for me at the team pickup at Six Flags when I would close. He would be listening to Rush Limbaugh or a Cards game on KMOX. He would tell me, "Get in Zelda." That was his nick name for me. Short for Grizelda. He might take me for a double cheeseburger at Mickey D's if I was hungry and he would make sure to bring a plain one home from Mom. One night when I was very young, I remember Dad coming home from a late night with his friends, probably bowling, and he woke us all up ...