new prayer request

Dad died of a massive stroke. The same night. We didn’t have to deal with long-term infirmity, but the suddenness was shocking. It still hits me at unpredictable times- sitting in the woods thinking, “Dad would have loved this spot” or sometimes when I pick up an old tool that his hands had held so many times… it’s hard to see a deer or avoid cutting yourself with a sharp tool when your eyes get misty. Overwhelming is a good word for it.