Really strange day today.
In the morning I kept busy at a ministerial prayer time in town and then I figured a good way to deal with the strange sadness that seemed nearby was to go and visit some elderly ladies and listen again to the stories of their lives.
It was a really good thing to do. But as I drove home from town at lunch, I was feeling completely exhausted, even hard to keep my eyes open while I drove. Probably just the emotions of the day.
So it's been a day of just being off my stride just a touch. And exhausted as well.
But it was three years ago that dad died suddenly. Three years ago, 9:38 in the morning on the way to Hillary's grad, I got the call walking up to the school. What a long, difficult day.
I miss him for more reasons than I care to explore here tonight.
But I'm glad for a good memory of him, and I'm glad that on June 24 I can recall that it was good to have him as my dad.