
Been thinking about my dad a lot lately and the fact that he never got to hold McCoy here on earth. I know that you all say that they were together in heaven before McCoy came down but it still doesn't bring me comfort. I will never have the special pictures of my dad snuggling my baby, screaming "Mercy, Mercy" while being tickled to death, spinneys, and being thrown in the air so high you heart stops.
No dad in blessing day circles, baptism, priesthood blessings. It seems the circle will just keep getting smaller as loved ones pass away. Who will tease him about girls and getting in trouble? Who will retell the funny knotty things that my boys have done? Who will take them river rafting and cheer at their games. Show them how to scream at the referees on TV and do the hand signals of the Ref before the Ref even does them? Who will teach them how to fix everything.
I only hope to show him the things that my dad taught me. Camping, building an awesome fire, riding a bike, playing sports and having good sportsmanship. Giving it your all and not doing something half heartedly. Being happy and doing things for others.
Missing you Dad!