My dad will be gone 17 years in the next few days. I have spent most of today in tears. I found a picture of the dog he rescued and gave to me. When Gidds died, it was like I lost dad all over again.
I miss him with all my heart and I always wished I could have made him happy but he spent so much time caring for my mom, there wasn’t much space for happiness. He did the best he could.
Joyful Healing, Dogs and Quilts 