Time has come and gone and on October 6th it was a year since my dad died after battling cancer for 7 years. We all miss him but knowing he is in the Heavenly Fathers care makes it much easier. I had not been back to visit my mom in Florida since and so I made the trip, by plane, to spend some time with my mom. While I was there we also went to Dads grave. Walking through a grave yard is a very solemn experience, especially when all the people there except for a few spouses had spent time in active duty protecting our country. While we were there, there was a grave side service going on, it brought back so many memories. After we spent some time there we went over to the hospital and up to the oncology unit where dad spent many hours receiving chemo and many hospital stays. My mom was able to reconnect with the nurses who had provided his care and a few tears were shed amongst us. We also went over the Bay Pines Memorial Park and had a picnic lunch, something mom and dad did often after going to Bay Pines VA Hosp. I miss my dad so much but I would not wish on him going through chemo and the sickness it often brought on. I learned so many lessons from dad and the most important was to put God first no matter what. He was not afraid to stand up for what he believed and did comprise under pressure. He lived what he believed, and as is on his grave stone, "He walked with God".