My brother was in town this weekend and I met him, his friend Breanna, my sister and her family for lunch today. When my dad would come into town, it was our tradition to meet for lunch after church on Sunday. In fact, the last time we all met for lunch when Daddy was in town, he had his stroke shortly after.

It’s sad to think of that last family lunch with him. And I headed to lunch today with a small pain in my heart knowing that he wouldn’t be there. But I’m grateful for continuing our tradition. I feel like he was there watching over his children and grandchildren with a big smile on his face as we work toward moving on.