My dad died in 1973, about a month before my 23'rd birthday, he was 51. I was already married, but my 3 younger brothers were still living at home. I think the loss was a little harder on them, especially the 14 year old one. We were lucky that our grandfather, dad's dad, was still living at the time, and he was as good a man as ever lived. He was a lot of help to us for the remaining 5 years that he lived after that.
It's been over 49 years, but I do think about him often, and think about how he was taken so young. There are so many things I wish he'd been able to live to see. I just wish I'd had the chance to tell him how great a man I thought he was. But, it was not God's plan for things to be the way that we want, only as He sees it. I'll see him again some day In Heaven, and then I can tell him what I didn't get to 49 years ago.
