Losing my dad was definitely the hardest, most gut wrenching, day of my life. Daily it is a struggle to choose joy and see it in the small things because the thought of not having my dad is always looming in the back of my head, and some days it is unbearable. Watching my mom and sisters deal with the loss, and grieve how they grieve, is rough but you know what? God. is good. All. the time. He continuously shows us that we depend on Him. He provides constantly, and reminds me of what I DO have. Part of what I have are these little love bugs, and I am thankful every single day.