On Thursday morning June 3rd, the day before he passed, I received an email from my Dad. He used to send early morning emails a lot to his kids. I think he liked to start our days with a note of encouragement, to tell us he loved us, or just to simply say how proud he was of us. These emails always made me smile. Little did I know when I read it that particular day, it would be the last one I would ever receive from him. The last words from my Dad to me. Ever. I have not deleted this from my inbox & I doubt I ever will.
Here are the last lines from that email…
“If we ever get the chance to do the train ride to Dallas thing – it is great! I am pretty sure your girls would be bored to death with the 6th Floor Museum though, so something else would have to be done to entertain them for the 4 hours in downtown. You and Ryan would love the trip, the museum. Of course, you would need me to go so you would have a tour guide. :) Have a great Thursday. I love you much.”
This email is a constant reminder to me that we have no clue what tomorrow may bring, so we have to make the most of each & every day!