Published on November 20th, 2013 | by Steve Driver0
This weekend I received some painful news. A relative of ours died.
As tragic as it was, it felt ten times worse when we found out that he was murdered.
When I got the news, I was in the middle of hugging one of my daughters. It made me hug her a little tighter, a little longer and with a little more meaning. I wasn’t thinking of how to tell her what happened because she’s too young to remember, but the news got me thinking about my own mortality.
Life is beautiful. Even on our worst day, we have the opportunity to see beauty in the things around us.
I wonder how my daughters will receive the news of my impending passing.
I pray that they will not hurt, for life is to be celebrated.
I pray that they take the lessons I have taught them about life and always look for beauty.
But most of all, I pray that they never forget how strong a father’s love for his daughters is.