One year ago, on the first Sunday in January, I had a prompting about Dad. Today as that came to mind (quite unexpectedly), I was hit with an avalanche of emotion.
Honestly, when I received that prompting I thought I was crazy and I've never wanted to be wrong about something more than I did at that moment. The six weeks following were awful, but a confirmation of faith as well (if that makes sense?).
Even now, it's still a little weird for me to not talk to him before work on Wednesday mornings and each Wednesday night as I take my dinner break at work, I'm still afraid to turn on my phone.
And tonight, I want nothing more than to have all three of them here with me. It just doesn't feel right to be left behind.