Our last picture together 💔 We lost Dad on Wednesday, March 21 at 4:20 am. I was at his bedside, holding his hand. He was there when I took my first breath and I was there when he took his last. I felt his spirit leave, and since then I’ve not been able to feel much else. I’m heartbroken beyond words. I’m trying to stay positive as he would want me to be and looking for strength in God’s word. We did have one last great day together on Friday, March 16 when I took the day off from work and took him out for fun. The next day he fell unconscious and began his descent. Maybe that last day we spent together was all he needed. I’ll never forget that day or this beautiful man. In the days after he fell unconscious, I only got one word answers every now and then from him but he always tried so hard to tell me he loved me. I kept telling him “I know you love me. You don’t have to say it.” Despite his flaws as a Dad, he was still my Dad and I’ll always love him unconditionally. Forgive quickly, love wholeheartedly or you’ll miss out on great experiences and wonderful human beings.