This fathers day, I am thinking about my dad. Dad was an encourager, a helper, a good worker. He did the work of three men at his job and never complained about it. I lost my dad in November 2003 from complications that accumulated from diabetis, kidney failure and congestive heart failure. It was a Sunday, He was in the hospital from a drop in his blood pressure that we found out later that day was internal bleeding. They had given him blood the night before so in the morning and early afternoon he was doing pretty good and I took the kids to see him, little did I know that he would die in just a matter of hours. In fact we had just got home from the hosptital from visiting him when we got the urgent call to return, and we were with him when He died. I really miss him. I lost a good friend and mentor and Pastor of my church short of a year later, and though I miss them both terribly, I would not even consider wishing them back here even for a moment. They are with Jesus now, in their new bodies, in the presence of God, where there is fullness of joy, no sorrow, no pain, and I know that when my turn comes, whether naturally or supernaturally with Christ eminant return, We shall see each other again. Until then, I strive to walk in his footsteps, encouraging others ans being a faithful friend just as my dad was and my pastor was as well. I have been blessed to have two very good examples of Christ on earth.