My Father had that same last burst of energy while he was dealing with terminal stage 4 cancer. He asked me to drive him around the neighborhood to see his friends. After that he never traveled on his own again. This is
my fondest memory because I know he chose to share it with me.
This is beautiful
When I see beautiful colors in the sky, I think of you and Joe. <3
God bless your sweet heart Amanda.
Joe is with you and Mira every second of the day..
Sending much love and prayers Sweetie m
This brought tears to my eyes. Absolutely beautiful
“There’s daddy. Isn’t it beautiful what he painted for us?” – Amanda, your writing gives me goosebumps. Thank you for sharing this with us. If only you could have that time again with Joe, but it’s an amazing memory, and you will certainly never look at a sunset the same way again. Hugs.
What a beautiful entry and, more beautiful thing that you are “seeing the sky” now, in a whole different way… Keep looking Amanda, and baby Mira, as one day “Daddy” will be there, his face smiling back at you both with that amazibng LOVE the 3 of you will always share <3 <3 <3
love this post Amanda <3
Reminds me of that country song “Live like you are dying”. I y when I read your blog but it is a good cry. My best wishes go to you and Mira,
Such beauty in this world. Thank you for reminding us all to see all the little things we do often lose sight of. May today you see that miracle. God bless and may sonebod your great pain lesson.
Your words are so beautiful! Love you girlie…. Know that Joe is always looking down at you from the clouds loving you!
Amanda, you are such a beautiful strong woman! Keep writing!
Amanda – as someone who walked a similar road 20 years ago, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for putting into words what it is like to watch someone you love fight to live, only to lose him to cancer. You are the voice of all of us who were left with little children to raise alone. You are the voice of life after death. May God continue to show you Joe’s love manifested in your life.
Your posts are such an inspiration. I can never get through them with a dry eye but they’re so beautiful to read. Thank you for sharing.
Amanda, I’m so glad you continue to write. You make us aware of things we all take for granted . Hugs to you and Mira.
Amanda, my dad passed away suddenly of a heart attack when I was six years old and he was 29. Whenever we would see the sun shining through the clouds, my mom would tell me that the rays were him looking down on me. I’m now 47 years old, and to this day when I see those rays, I look up and say, “Hi, Daddy.” Mira will be able to do that as well when she sees the sky that her daddy painted for her. May God bless you and your beautiful little girl.
I will think of your family when I see the pink and purple in the sky. <3
This is beautiful.
This is so true. I myself don’t think I ever really paid attention to the sky, or sunrises and sunsets. That is until I lost my mom, who was my best friend, to cancer a year ago. It’s like now I am noticing all the beautiful sunrises as I drive to work in the morning, and all the gorgeous sunsets on my way home at night. I don’t know if the sky has always been this beautiful, or if it’s her painting the sky for me. This definitely touched me as I thought I was the only one who notices these things. This is Joe, and this is my mom. Everyday is a struggle without them. Thanks for sharing this ♡
Beautiful post Amanda. I believe it is prettier and brighter with Joe up there