21 years ago, Father's Day fell on Sunday, June 19. It is a day that forever will be engraved in my mind because it is the day my Mamaw (grandmother) passed away. I think about every Father's Day Sunday and still remember the songs sang that day at church. This Sunday was no different as I sat in sacrament but as I glanced at Jake and my boys, I felt a sense of peace and gratitude. After church, we went to my parents for dinner and to see Papaw. It was a nice visit. I miss my girls more and more each day now. They went back to Michigan last week with Michael's family. I'm certain they are having a great time but I plan to get back this week.
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