It's been a year. One whole year has passed since the Lord took you home.
A year of remembering you every day, of sad thoughts, of great memories, of picking up the phone to call you, of trying to take care of family, of watching Alabama football, of taking trips, of telling stories, of watching your shows, of loving Mama, of worrying about your grandkids, of laughing over stupid things, of Easter, July 4th, birthdays, and all the things.
It's trying to keep all of the promises-the traditions, the holidays, the family stuff-all of the things you asked me to continue because you wanted the people in your life to stay together. It's taking care of Mama and doing the hard things, the fun things, and the scary things.
It's the Christmas season that you adored because you got to have time with your people and do the fun gifts in a way that only you can do them. It's the living up to who you were and who you will always be to so many people.
With my whole heart, I love and miss you, Daddy. We're just plugging along and doing our best. Thanks you for the legacy you left us.
