One year ago the kids and I went up to MN for fall break. I have not always taken the kids up, but decided to go for it last year. We had lots of fun at the apple orchard, and at a cousin's Halloween party, and jumping in the leaves. My favorite memory, however, is giving my dad a hug before we left. It would be my last hug I ever got from him. I mean a true hug when we were at home and he had his arms wrapped around me holding me tightly. It was the last time I got to be daddy's little girl held in my father's embrace.
Two days later we learned about his cancer. A month later when I saw him again, he was in the hospital. I could hold his hand and sort of get a hug as he lay there, but it was not the same hug that I had gotten from him all these years.
I wish I had a picture of our last hug. But I do remember the feeling of being so tightly held and loved. These pictures remind of hugs and love I grew up with. I miss my dad so much, but I am grateful for his love and hugs!
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