I lost my dad at Easter I try to take comfort in the knowledge that he has gone to rest.

Where he is now no pain, ill-health or sin can touch him, no accusation or reproach... He has raised I and my other sibllings to this point where we have become confident, independent young men and women.

No matter how old a parent is, it is never enough time if you see them everyday. I believe God knows best & remember He only takes the Best. I'm still struggling to come to terms that I won't ever see my father in this life again... Rest in peace Daddy, your are missed always!

Here's a poem I found that helps...

God Saw You Getting Tired

God saw you getting tired

And a cure was not to be

So He put His arms around you

And whispered,

‘Come to Me’.

With tearful eyes we watch you

And saw you pass away

And although we loved you dearly

We could not make you stay.

A Golden heart stopped beating

Hard working hands at rest.

God broke our hearts to prove us

He only takes the Best.