Today would have been my dad’s 90th birthday. The only thing he loved more than his family and his faith, was Wyoming. He certainly learned about homesickness during his service in WWII and Korea. He’d venture away, but was always happy to get home.
My sister sent me the above picture, taken on his 89th birthday. I missed it because I was in Texas. I didn’t know it would be his last.
I missed a lot while I was away from home (and yes, Wyoming is home for me, too). This won’t be a long blog post, because my heart and mind are full of memories that only matter to me. Instead I’ll leave you with one of the hub’s shots of my dad’s favorite location on this Earth:
If there are places and/or people you haven’t seen for a while, don’t wait. Make the time, because now might be all the time you have.