Yesterday we tackled the storage unit.
It was frustrating, overwhelming, and full of all kinds of emotions.
I found a box of my daughter's GS stuff, A box of my son's drawing and memorable items, a box belonging to my ex husband, and even PartyLite items I thought were long gone.
We packed up Al's truck and the trunk of my car and took items back to the house. Little by little we will empty that unit and my heart will heal in the process.
Today we pray for the wise surgeon's that will lead us on the a journey full of blood tests, biopsies and other things going on with my father.
Pray for and hold close to those you love. You never know when God will call them home.