Today is the day that my dad died when I was eight years old. I can't believe it has been 10 years since he has been dead. He died of prostate cancer at the age of 28. I miss him a lot, because I can't see him. It hurts sometimes when I see daughters with their dad's and I wish it was me with my father. But it's not and I guess I have to move on with that thought. I can remember as a young girl how my dad taught me how to ride my bike, take me places and the fun we had. I miss him and love him. I will always remember my dad. When I was a little girl I can remember my prayer to God, asking HIM to tell my dad I love him (it was funny) .Wish I could have spent more time with him. I love my dad. I do want to say that I am very grateful for the times we spent together.
And we all, with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord ,are being transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another. For this comes from the Lord who is the Spirit. 2 Corinthians 3:18