At various times this week, I've thought about last year at this time. When I see the roses and peonies blooming, when there's graduation ceremonies, and especially last night: Mom, my brother Larry and I were together awaiting a different kind of homecoming: my daughter Emily arriving home from Europe. We were together last year on that Friday night as well, praying and singing Dad into heaven: a homegoing.
Another milestone: the first year without Dad. God's grace alone allows us one step at a time.
