There is nothing so final as death.
It has been almost 14 months since my Dad died. The absence of his voice still catches me unaware at times.
There have been many times that I have picked up the phone to call him and share with him some story of what one of my kids has said or done......I have always caught myself and stopped the dialing process.
I can tell myself that from the beginning of time sons have lost their fathers to death and it only makes me wish with more desire for the return of Christ.
I know that God will return and that heaven and earth will be remade with no sin and no death.
That helps but there are still times that I long to hear my Dad laugh and I need to feel his hand on my shoulder and hear his voice giving me wise advice.
